LITTLE HOUSE

 

My parents bought a house

Built by a carpenter for himself

And his family. They were all

Barely five feet tall.

 

I didn’t realize at first

Why my head kept bumping the doorways

And why I had to stoop

To use the mirror when I shaved.

 

It’s not the only time I’ve lived

Somewhere I didn’t fit.

 

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