A big house

our whole downstairs
would fit in her living room,
we could fold our roof and put it
in her coat closet, leaving plenty of
room for the claw foot tub
under her kitchen sink.
our couch would fill one quarter
of her family room, leaving the
living room bereft, and many of
her bathrooms would be toilet-less
if we had to move what we had
into her big beautiful house.
her house has no room for
the dust bunnies that crouch under
our beds, or the myriad spiders
and their webs decorating our
walls and ceilings, her housecleaner
no doubt does a better job than
ours, who arrives punctually
plugged into his headphones,
and leaves behind some scattered
cobwebs and bunnies to keep
us company.