I can see my house from here
And I smell crayons
And Teddy Ruxpin
And thick plastic that you can’t bend or break
And there’s a Lego in my nose
And my brother’s G.I. Joes are all over the floor
And my mom is screaming
And my dad is drunk
And it’s my house,
I can see it
Clear as day.
I can draw it on a map
With scented markers that don’t smell like any chocolate I’ve ever smelled
And I can send it to you with a pigeon from my pirate ship.