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Ode to my house

My house has sheets on the couch,
sheets on the rug,
4 vacuum cleaners that don't work,
but one parent who does
and one parent who does not
but tells me he is burdened by his children.

My house has five rooms,
3 floors,
3 1/2 bathrooms,
and an attic,
and only one mom living in it,
while my sister calls home
and says-
everyone forgot about me,
nobody cares about me.
We have a new rule,
we have to call her once a week
for affirmation.

My basement is standing room only,
it has the lives of broken
runaway girls
with dreams
now seedy and dirty
movies their future,
the sad thing is they can't even act.
and I act like this is some kind of paradise,
porno, chocolate, and being alone

But now we have a bird,
and he is the baby my mother takes care of.
My father came home to visit
and he kept feeding and feeding the bird,
and then I looked at myself,
and I remembered things I didn't want to,
so I left and went to your house,
your house with your animals,
and I stayed until your mother asked me to leave.

Yogesh Chawla

This poem is appearing in the Book
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