The house is quiet.
I got up early
what house, what fire?
to read, to write
to swim, to stretch
what house, what fire?
I made the coffee.
Pet the cat.
I read a poem.
what house, what fire?
A flash of anger
At sickness, at burdens
we feel too young to bear.
what house, what fire?
I close the windows
when we fight.
We scream in silence
our faces flare.
what house, what fire?
At the block party
I pointed out our house across the street
many times to perfect strangers
I hoped would become our friends.
No one knew and I didn't tell them what we keep inside our house
How one day it will burn us.
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