Eviction
We have fingerbone trees
Like tangled up hands.
Daduh built a house for us
Outside in the yard.
He’s so hurly-burly.
Up with the headboard.
Down with the clock.
Make a deskdrawer footstool,
By the chair on the sidewalk.
The whole place is playhouse,
Without any walls,
And the winds blow,
So paper snow falls,
And I’m told, “Go,
Outside. Play!”
Daduh built for us a stage,
Outside in the frontyard,
Built out of mamuh’s things,
And on that stage they played a show:
“Go on, get out, go.
Get out in the yard,
And don’t come home.”
Out, in the yard of a house.
Out, of the maze of stacks.
Time to go in now,
And never go back.
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