Playing House
I have more chance now,
now that this world
is made of toys and
metaphors and iconic little chairs
(as if they were a place
for me)
to grab the house
to pull it from the swirl
to wash it clean
actually
with hard water straight
from the faucet.
All the sticky mess,
all the ruined everythings,
cleaned.
I never played house before.
I never knew how
helpful it was
to set a tiny fresh-washed home
down on stable ground
and arrange things inside
and protect them
as if one could.
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