Failed attempts at beauty give rise to specific questions.
How will I fit my family into the picture?
How will we make the mortgage with all of these expenses?
What can't I afford to live here?
How may we look of elsewhere while belonging here?
How can I make myself
In the house but not of it.
Weeds over grown litter the front lawn and give rise to an
air of filth.
All that glitters stuck in the surface of stucco walls.
The price of a home paid in nature’s death
Can't the trees see that they were made for the city?
Could you move to the east? A little further?