This house had little scrolls of paper in plastic casings trimmed in gold at every threshold.
I was too afraid to go up the attic, so instead, stood in the cobwebbed doorway while the landlord
The love of my life came back down from the attic and said, Thank you.
The Whistling Landlord shifting his shoulders, pulling in his pockets, making noise, filling
The Whistling Landlord called later, We'll patch the fence. We'll paint. Dogs are great.
Brittany Hailer is an award-winning journalist based in Pittsburgh. Her memoir and poetry collection Animal You'll Surely Become was published by Tolsun Books in 2018. Brittany has taught creative writing classes at the Allegheny County Jail and Sojourner House as part of Chatham's Words Without Walls program and now teaches creative writing and journalism at the University of Pittsburgh. She is the managing editor at Pittsburgh Current. Her work has appeared in NPR, Fairy Tale Review, Hobart, The Rumpus, and elsewhere.
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