up in a house with seven kids
cats and dogs
parents
cousins on occasion,
a stray aunt or uncle
bedding in the basement,
i'm done
with sharing, having a
roommate.
wife, girlfriend, brother,
sister or son.
i don't just want to be alone,
i need to be
to maintain my sanity,
which is fragile
to say the least.
if the house is a mess,
it's my mess.
something breaks, i did it.
i get to eat the last piece
of cake,
leaving it on a plate
with no worries that someone
else might take it.
if i leave the milk out,
it's okay. there's no need
to interrogate people to get
to the bottom of it.
i did it.
and i'm fine with that.
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