I shared a house with a woman once

Who complained I didn't leave it tidy.

The bed was a mess, 

The bedspread hanging half off the foot of the bed.

The pillows were piled in the middle,

And a few were in the floor with my clothes.

The phone rang, and I answered it once,

Though I knew I wasn't supposed to.

I heard a strange man talking to her

On an extension, but I didn't listen.

I hung up because I didn't care.

But I was the one who loved the house.

I let it have sex with me.

We made love on numerous occasions,

But she had all its kids.

She wouldn't do anything with the house,

Or let it do much either.

She kept it tied up in escrow,

But the house just wanted to be loved,

And really have that lived in look.

-jenn