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