Home is Antiseptic Ninety Fifth Street where Mother constantly asks,
“Can you tell that the floor was cleaned?”
I cannot, but upon review, yes, it does look like no crumbs are there.
My mess has been removed again.
Thank you, Mom.
The danger of bugs has again been lifted.
We are free!

Mother, who is Elva, once Chernow, now Berger, lives alone in this place, as I have moved on.
Before, there was a husband, but he moved on to a place to sleep late on weekends
and then every day. He then moved back to the building and died with a different name.
He was Howard and then Yehuda and now he is gone.
Elva lives on.
Elva lives alone.
Elva sees me often, as I visit her many times a week.
Antiseptic Ninety Fifth Street, though not my residence for decades, remains my home.