Big houses make small people
and I’m sorry
that I turned you into a home
because now you’re stepped on
and you’re eyes
often look more like mirrors
than windows and
you’re full of empty rooms
that I planned on painting pale yellow
(like sunshine)
but never got around to because
I was more concerned with
burglars and break-ins so I locked
the doors with
iron and I threw away
the keys and I only realized that you
look abandoned when
I stood on the steps and
the grass wasn’t green.