in the house
beside the liquor store
on the corner
of a rented
American dream
we lived
between the familiar
and the foreign
between abundance
and desire
plastic chairs
on cold linoleum floors
christmas cards
draped along fishing line
mismatched pillow cases
and blanket covers made
from scraps
left behind
on the factory floor
we used to
with much less
and much more
have a home
spun
from a stronger thread