My House

My house offers others
a place to stay when
the rooms are clean and no blood stains


My kitchen in open for three meals a day
When the floor is bleached and the children
bow their heads to pray



My room is a place to sleep when the sheets
aren't stained in white with red specks on each end



My living room is a place to talk when lamps are
upright and furniture is on all fours


My basement is a place to store


Everything I forgot to love and
the instruments that brought bruises and sores