house
Smrithi Nair it’s made of wood and stones and history all things a house dreams to be I guess
it’s nice
but it’s a little big for me from a distance
the house looks fragile
dollhouse
but we’re real people humans
my heart must know
when lightning strikes
because that’s the thing
lightning’s not in the habit
of striking the places of fake power in a made-up system it is all fake unnatural
we are just playing house
but when we played house, we were
mothers and fathers and kids and sisters and brothers and aunts and uncles and friends and neighbors we were not dead bodies.
how do I appeal to your humanity when you are playing god and we are playing house
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