The door isn’t wide enough
I moved into this house long ago
The neighbors change every year
Through my two windows I see them clear
Each paints and polishes homes pristine
Each a different color
Vibrant reds, deep blues
A dizzying array of hues
my house is Dull
Their skies are sunny and serene
mine is filled with smoke
my fire roars all day and night
I never learned to put it out
so I sit and bake
my foundation is crumbling
everyday it shakes
it used to knock me over
I’m accustomed to it now
my curtains are unsightly
but they are the only ones I own
better than to let my neighbors see me
my two windows are foggy
the sunlight dissipates through them
if I could I’d leave
I wonder if my neighbors would grieve
But no matter how much I squeeze
The door isn’t wide enough
