Turns out, the tile went under everything,
with no exception for the kitchen sink.
Counters, cabinets, drywall had to go.
Old and nasty anyway... but, still.
And here we thought that it was just the floor.
Rented studio with all six kids:
kitchen, bathroom, beds and couches crammed,
smaller than our bedroom back at home.
Like sociable sardines, no place to hide;
time to finally learn to get along.
Underneath it all, there is my heart,
and everything that has to be torn down,
stripped and scrubbed and built back up again.
And here we thought that it was just the floor.
In Memoriam XXVIII Tennyson
17 hours ago

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