PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

My Home.

Desperate solutions for beauty, blurting out
general answers to specific questions:
"I will get my family out of this drought!"
"We will make the mortgage despite these tensions!"

(to this idea you cling)
Land will be allotted to us, our award.
What can't I afford?
(everything)
We bring the look of elsewhere.
I focus myself over there: 
In the house, to and fro.
(Will this ever end?)
A garden of a front lawn, peppered by stucco.
(you can't, on this, depend)
All that glitters sparkles in the surface.
(it's just glass)
Wood carved into beams soon curses
a forest. I can see the trees from the city.

This is my house.

Anonymous

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