Dear brooklyn house you deserve more than a haiku so I will give you a few lines of unpunctuated feeling and tell you thank you. Thank you for letting me sneak boys over. Thank you for letting me cry against your walls. Thank you for letting me laze about your rooms. Thank you for letting me sing to your ceilings. Thank you for being dirty. Thank you for being clean. Thank you for showers alone and showers with boyfriends. Thank you for squeaky doors and stairs. Thank you for basement floods. Thank you for suntanning in the yard. Thank you for an apartment for my grandma. Thank you for letting me bang on the piano keys. Thank you for letting me nap on the couch. Thank you for watching me grow up. Thank you for giving me a place to call home.
