And my palms provided swimming pools for the bacteria on my hands 

That house 

Was cold, drafty and abandoned 

It smelled of leftover family memories & drunken young adults. 

I was proud to be one of the drunken adults 

There I could whine my waist 

Be an improper lady 

Lay in bed

Drool and have loud fairy tale sex 

There was those track lights that dawned the mirror where I changed panties out of my small brown backpack 

That mirror held my reflection as my body was pummeled 

I developed my sex face there 

Those sheets 

Must still have rice crumbs from old Chinese food and juices from my aroused body 

My black jeans thicken with dog fur 

The wet sounds of shower sex still fill my ears 

I didn't watch much tv there 

I didn't read much books there 

I grew not one bit 

But my body melted. 

My body was exploited all over that place 

Riding the G train at dusky hours 

Transferring, derailing, deporting for that house 

I used to long for it all 

Inhale every part 

But my body became too tight for fondling 

My mind expanded too widely 

And my transportation limits became narrow enough that I'd go anywhere for love but lust is just too far away.