If these magnolia walls could talk
the living room would recite the plot
of How To Get Away With Murder.

The kitchen would explain every
gravy brown, egg yellow, ketchup red
splash across its encouraging face.

The porch would try to be cool and say
Nah, don’t worry, leave your shoes on.

The bathroom would gossip
about fingers poking through toilet paper, hair being tied back and wee wee on sticks.

The bedroom better keep its mouth shut.

© Carl Burkitt 2020