This Small House

This small house, (do you see?) was not cramped, (so you see.) there could not be, (see. see. see.) many things (you don’t see.) But there were many things, and they didn’t know better and they sat and they brushed against each other, yes they grew mold they grew old, upon one another. But not the water, as it flowed out the faucet down the drain (and you wanted to go with it) to the sewer through the streets up the pipes out the faucet (and you wanted to scream - but you were drowning in the sewer and up the pipes). So not the water as it always seemed to return. ( )