Vinyl siding that covers ant-chewed planks,chipped and broken from bottles and baseballs. Concrete steps, cracked from earth-settling, chip-ped when the second-hand fridge got delivered. All windows glass dusty panes, except one’s plastic;the flaked painted molding shows rot, disintegration. The door is hollow core, with many ghosts of locks,kick holes towards the floor of the bare…

The muse alighted on my shoulder and asked, “Do you really want a home built on stone?” I thought only a moment. “Not anymore.” “Surely not one built on sand or in the trees?” “God forbid, and that goes for one on wheels.” She asked, “Where do you feel most at home?” (Knowing full-well where.)…