It’s not our house.
Midnights, it makes
Conversation,
Sotto voce,
All by itself.
It’s not your house.
It’s its own house,
A standing wave
Of wood and nails
Glass and plaster,
Metals, plastic,
More and more mold.
If people keep
Buying it and
Living in it,
It will hold on.
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