House
Ellie Attisani
Come along now
and march through this doorway
absorb the scent that wafts across this air
allow your eyes to adjust to my these lights
don’t be surprised
when this floor creaks beneath your weight
greet the cat as he moseys towards you
listen to the low hum of his purr
drag your fingertips across this wallpaper
noticing the wears of time and use
and imagining how it must’ve adorned these walls
when this house was new and pristine
(this is only a dream)
They say that two objects never truly make contact
perhaps this is true of us, too
I yearn for our houses to fuse
to lounge on your couches
and you on mine
to taste the stew
that bubbles from your pot
to borrow your pajamas
and feel the seams dance against my legs
Sometimes I wish to leave this house
only for a short stroll
to feel wind on my shoulders instead of weight
if only we could meet somewhere else
somewhere outside of ourselves
maybe then our skins could touch?
I’ll leave the door open just in case
and march through this doorway
absorb the scent that wafts across this air
allow your eyes to adjust to my these lights
don’t be surprised
when this floor creaks beneath your weight
greet the cat as he moseys towards you
listen to the low hum of his purr
drag your fingertips across this wallpaper
noticing the wears of time and use
and imagining how it must’ve adorned these walls
when this house was new and pristine
(this is only a dream)
They say that two objects never truly make contact
perhaps this is true of us, too
I yearn for our houses to fuse
to lounge on your couches
and you on mine
to taste the stew
that bubbles from your pot
to borrow your pajamas
and feel the seams dance against my legs
Sometimes I wish to leave this house
only for a short stroll
to feel wind on my shoulders instead of weight
if only we could meet somewhere else
somewhere outside of ourselves
maybe then our skins could touch?
I’ll leave the door open just in case
Ellie Attisani (SC '26)
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