Never receives visitors, only inhabitants.
Outside, icicles thaw from the eaves in winter,
And even with its windows painted shut,
A spring smell persists. That's normal, yes,
Despite this ambiguity: Are those roses
On the wallpaper or menstrual stains? Only here
Can women spit as skillfully as men, and men
Emote so freely. Try living up to the house
Once identified as paradise. Try and fail.