House

A bedroom surrounds me

A house surrounds me,

But what’s out my window

Surrounds no one for long, and

Instead is swept away

When too much gets in the room

Leaning with my chin

Cradled in my palm,

In my slick black lace, red lip

Watching, from my crystal clear window

A yard over, I heard through the veil of glass,

“No, I’ll be the daddy”

A girl says this to her sunny girl and boy

The boy kicks up a fuss, then concedes

“Then I’ll be the brother”

Then the remnant is the obvious mom,

And mom and dad go to bed in the sun and grass

These kids know something I once knew.

Still, I turn back to my own paradise,

And there he is, saying “I’ll be the daddy”,

And he goes to bed in my sun and grass.