in this house,
five languages are spoken
on a regular basis
in this house,
the hours pass and
suddenly i
feel dawn
here, on this street
the sun turns to clouds
and then
rain
as soon as we
want to go out
we never agree
on what we want to
do, eat, see, or
what we think
people are always
cominggoingcominggoing
there is no
television
but books scale the
walls, and two ladders
help us chase them
the phone
neverstopsringing
the kitchen has a
funny shape and
a funnier smell
the dustbunnies
are amazing
we are oddly happy
and i can't imagine
not being here
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