in a house with 5 people
I can guarantee that 5 days a week
those 5 people
will spend a maximum of 5 hours under that common roof together
occupied with a minimum of 5 worries each
at once
Five asks One,
"Daddy, look at my project!"
clutching the precious popsicle stick catastrophe
no recognition, barely a glance
Five gives up and moves on
a trail of Elmer's legacy behind her pyjamad figure
hope
Two and Four are together
Five makes "TAADAA!" her entrance
"We're BUSY." from Four
"Don't interrupt," from Two, sweetened with "Honey."
the glue parade marches on
Five reaches Three
(Three happens to be me)
and I am beyond busy, long overworked
yet Five, the littlest finger on our deformed hand,
asks for 5 of something mine:
minutes
and I really can't spare them
in all honesty, I don't have them
if I did, I would be too irritable to give them
but when I look I can tell
that this Five needs my 5
so
the 5 minutes I don't have
are given to admiration of miniature medieval cardboard
screw bio
this is my sister
