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I think I would like this house
if there were fifty people living here
as is suggested by the bicycles
and the toothbrushes.

What do you think?
No means no,
Yes means no,
Silence means yes.
Good.

When did we finally sleep?
And thank you for the eggs,
and thank you for the crickets,
and thank you for allowing me
to persuade you
to sleep right here.

I don't sleep well
in strange houses
alone.
Especially,
after the storyline
of the terrifying,
explainable,
unavoidable reality
of shape shifting visions.

And why do I always feel
like the thing I do or
the thing I say around you
is something I have experienced before?

I wish I would sleep more
but failure in breathing
prevents such delusions.

This house smells like my father.
Chirping, smoking, spinning, sweating,
drinking, laughing, hurting, cooking, Father.