I want to thank Ms. Kann, Pat Robbins and Ms. Farley;
the realtors that convinced me to buy the poetry house.

I want to thank Marie and Lynn,
for warming the hearth. Next time, close the door. Smoke damage is a pain.

I want to thank my parents
for lying; the concrete foundation to this house of cynicism.

I want to thank the neighbors,
without the windows I wouldn’t learn anything.

I want to thank Mr. Lynch, Ginsberg, Carlin & Blake
for the fridge. An excellent place to keep my brain food

I want to thank. Mr. Gabriel and Miss Phoenix,
the only two lights in this house.