house [for sale]

 

i grew a body 

over the decades & seasons:

sturdy legs, giraffe high ceilings & brown

weathered arms during long winter nights

i found my stubborn voice 

from the brick chimney, incessant howling

of a child on a strong 

stormy day, black hair whiplashed by wind

i discovered my elephant's ears- 

doors opening and footsteps are news -

jostling voices by dinner table and kitchen 

are stories, as are goodbyes from the stoop and stairs

you talk to me as if i am more than bricks and stones

and painted white walls.  you see,  i stitched a tail 

to swim with blue whale at the basement and green-

thumbed my fingers to forest neon pothos 

and chatter with ferns & crotons & ivy -

-no we do not linger on chaos & turmoil of news-

we fill our heads with birdsongs & spring's arrival of lilacs-

& yes, i am scrubbed clean, ready for Sunday's open house- 

the woman holding the box of for-sale placards wrestles

with her decision - keep my keys or give it to someone else -

i like to believe i am priceless burrow of maps

and irreplaceable nest of "memories"

but reality hits as sudden hail storm on a sunny day-

regardless of the price tag listed in the property deed 

 - to safe keep my keys -

my face grew a character, familiar as musk of pines-

because all this time, you see, we grew in/

out of each other   

watching the dying sunlight by maple tree 

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