It is not hard wood, not the
gleaming – glossy
It is unpolished.
It was built quick and quietly. An emergency.
Like when a young girl was
sent away quickly
returned – everything in
tact, yet emptier.
Ssshhh…We don’t talk about that.
It did not have the luxury of central air
or Vinyl Siding…
an “unfinished home”.
Unpolished, unfinished and
The hot water was arrogant and the
cold water, cruel!
December nights waltzed in through the
cracks in the unstable
structure like they were made to take over the
Pneumonia often leeched it’s way in,
threatening the morsel of comfort contained in
Homes are cold and aloof though,
comfort is of no concern to them.
The set-up just stood, hard and rigid.
The floor boards shrieking out, as
if a bare-foot was
too much to sustain.
After some time, the ceiling began to cave. It had
been standing straight for
as long as its resources would allow.
It grew weak and frail, the floor
began to rot away, broken windows
sat bandaged back together, paralyzed.
Cinder blocks carried in cobwebs
that housed spiders more comfortably
than this house did its inhabitants.
One day, all of the inhabitants
packed and went away. No remorse, no sadness,
just the bare-feet walking further and further away.