Current Home

I don't hate this house.

I just hate the way it

reverberates every sound

through the halls and doors

and how you can hear

the neighbor kids play basketball.

I hate the way it

lets in cold air

through the useless fireplace.

I hate the way it

settles and cracks

the crown molding and corners.

I hate the way it

lets in ladybugs and silverfish.

I hate the way it

collapsed its walls so easily

under the weight of a tree.

I hate the

tiny back yard

the attic door in my room

the permanent puppet show curtains

the multiple, useless light switches

the odd driveway

the narrow garage doors

the doors that never stay closed

the cold basement.

But I don't hate this house.

I have made memories here.