she called it a living
room.
I preferred to call
it
the dying room.
it was the place where most
of the fights
took place.
the arguing.
the accusations, the lies
uncovered
one by sticky one.
there was no living going
on in
there. no fun,
no relaxation, no joy.
I tell the real estate
agent
to change it on the ad.
I tell her to change
the name to
the dying
room,
not living. she hesitates,
reluctant.
she doesn't want to lose
the deal,
so the change is made.
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