There’s a hole in my body that is your home.
Cushions in my lungs
Blankets in my brain
Kitchen in my heart.
The door is always open
Tables freshly dusted
Windows sparkly clean.
Please, come in.
Leave your ***** dishes in the sink
Put your feet up on the counter.
Scribble on the walls
And drape your clothes on every chair.
Please, mess me up inside.