I’m That House by Cassandra Dallett

I’m That House

we bought
when I was ten
the rotten one
no floors to speak of
snakes in the clapboard
raccoon skat and remnants
of squatting Hari Krishnas
deciples of the blue bodied boy
in an abandoned farmhouse
we were not the first hippies
to touch down
on that moon soil
we changed everything
but
the overall
decay
Dad felt comfortable in funkiness
left me always trying to put things in their places
these days I don’t trust my own decisions
I’m running out of stories
ready to fall back in love
he pulls away
I’m confused
enough to follow
these woods are dark
with I told you so.

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