Poetry

Little House

JEN BIEBER

my house is smallest oldest little white on the block

neighbours tour over and look down

call the fire department

call the city

briefcase knocks at the door

and says we can’t park on the lawn

I like parking on the lawn

Grass is a waste sometimes anyways

Eyesore

Junk piled up and over everywhere

Two junk lovers wed and joined their junk and piled it up

Garage full, side of any all outside full

Piled and reworked by us

To make it a junkyard to relax in at least

The stuff stays though

Part of the deal

Got rid of six computer chairs, two fans, ancient television and stand

Piles piles but the rest stays

Landlord says she’ll kick us out if we don’t treat her like family

Which I guess means she can come by whenever she sees fit to complain

But never on time

Comment on the beer bottles in my house before she leaves on a cruise for a week

I didn’t know high-heeled rubber boots were real but they have walked across my living 

   room carpet dragging the dirt in

Greed got her this time

The kids in England are suing her over the estate

The neighbours say father liked to sue too

This house has a chimney

And a ghost

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JEN BIEBER

Jen Bieber is an outreach worker. She lives in Toronto.


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