My brother bought a house. That Needed a Lot of Love.

It had charm, but needed a lot of paint.

A lot of other things needed to be done too.

In the meantime, he threw a few parties.

People came by and wrote on the walls.

Or even the shelves.

I stood in the kitchen one morning eating my bagel.

It’ll be a shame when renovations start on the kitchen.

For many things of deep literary and artistic merit will be lost…

So I should try to capture some of that.

Don’t you think?