i see my house
when the floors were covered with old wood
and plastic
and our dog was black
and our counter tops weren't finished

we loved to dance in the kitchen
she would come in from a cigarette
and i'd surprise her with her favorite song

and we'd dance

it would go past my bedtime
and i would look up at her for a second with worry

but she just kept on dancing

god only knows what kind of clear liquid was hiding
behind the cabinets or in the bathroom
but that was the beauty of the neivity of childhood
i always just thought she was happy to be with me
happy to be free
just dancing in the kitchen