Treasure Island

Isamar Carrillo


It was a house


It was a house; we made it a home. No curtains
To hide from the neighbors our petty sins. What,
The furniture is so simple:
A bed to make love, a table to draw,
A couch to lie on.
The glow of the lamps is warm in winter.
I stir the soup
And move my hips to whatever you're playing,
And you laugh at my bad jokes while
Sweeping the floor.
A vase full of flowers - those cheap pink ones -
makes the living room cozy, and the laundry
Awaits in its simple basket by the window
Until we have time to move on and let go.

Submitted: Thursday, March 07, 2013
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