Houses: Poem by: Rose Negelein

Under the water of the tub
I can hear the heartbeat of the house
Water circulating through pipes
And vents breathing in and out
We created brand new beasts to live inside We use the fluid flowing through them to sustain ourselves
And they hold us beside their organs
With no complaint
Everything inside can be changed on a whim
Replaced and restored
Torn down and thrown out
Parasites to our own design