we called it home

it was the kind of house

that had
giant salad forks
and spoons on the wall

for décor.

the couch was blue,
the rug
was blue
the drapes were blue.

why?
well, because they matched.

a coffee table circa
nineteen seventy sat upon
a round roped rug,
that hid the dirt well.

magazines below
two end tables,
two matching lamps
sitting on top of hand
made
doilies.

there was always a pot
boiling
on the stove. the yellow
light of the ice
box, often bare,
when opened
gave off a kind cold
glow.

there was always
a dog in the yard.
a cat on the sill.
a bird whistling in
a cage.

it was a strange strange
place,
but we called it home.