Two Rooms Left
to decorate. Only
then can I leave this house,
after I paint the bedroom
apricot, buy red curtains,
even though we’re broke,
because I need this house,
this house, that has eroded
our home with each crumbling wall.
I have stopped talking to our dead dog,
so I can leave his grave behind, stopped
wishing for things I cannot have.
Still all we have is a house;
still, all we have
is a wish.
Donna Reis