Renovating Brother's Apartment

While renovating her brother’s apartment..

With the walls and their cracks, blemishes to be exact
The dirty dishes up to here (She stretches her arms this wide to demonstrate), the maid who no longer comes ‘round, and the piano fashioned from blessed Canadian maple
Sometimes it gets lonely even with a party or two
And sometimes it gets rowdy when no one’s around
But she turns to the chair in the middle of a room and sits on the television that no longer distracts
From the fox in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom chained shut
In the middle of a hangover morning, when the sun shines light on all the tired places, two men in dusty grey shirts bring their hammers and cranes..
Not interested in her brother in Hawaii, or her, there, in pain
I know all this - because I love her - but I won’t step foot near brother’s apartment
      Because I know what goes on down there
In the basement
Which breeds selective mutation
In Drum smoking rats
No, I’d rather sing to a pack of hungry wolves
Than go down there

        Until it’s nice

Author's Note

semi-about the last month I spent in my best friend's apartment where his girlfriend would leave and not come back for days so some shenanigans ensued