My little house,
Not yet a home-
Surrounded
By concrete monsters
Popping up
Like monopoly hotels.
I have no curtains, electricity,
My little house is dark and silent
Soothingly
Disconnected
Outside the world is loud and harsh
It moves so fast, I’m out of sync
My little house is slow and stately
Fits me like a tailored suit
Free from modern-day
My little Victorian house
Where the mail comes every day
Letters (Dear Sir or Madam)
I secret them away.
When I’m hungry
I find them,
Feast on alphabet and calligraphy
All in my little house,
Almost my little home.
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