I’ve been sleeping in my brother’s house.
Not the house of my companion.
Not house of my lover.
Not the house of my partner,
or the keeper of my heart.
“These cookies are mine,”
he says,
like roommates in college.
It is our money,
but I control it.
You are valid,
but not really.
I am living in my brother’s house.
But no longer!
I am in my house.
I am my companion, my lover, my partner,
and the keeper of my heart.
And, “These cookies are MINE!”
