Eliza Rhinelander

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1770s
House built on Foundry Street
Over a cranberry bog
Pine, brick, and granite
My own little planet
Enveloped in a velvet fog

Heirlooms and antiques
Candles and kerosene
Felt like going back in time
6 fireplaces
Always ablaze
Oh, all of it used to be mine

I miss my old house
I wish we’d never moved out
The new one’s cold and calculated
I am fixed and formulated here
I wanna get out
And go back to Hayward House

Massachusetts in fall
Back when I was so small
I would sleep in a dresser drawer
The woods were enchanted
I took it for granted
Painting on the kitchen floor

We banished the cold
With the parties we’d hold
Reading poems by the Scottish Bard
Bonfire roaring
Til 5 in the morning
I was enfolded in music and stars

I miss my old house
I wish we’d never moved out
The new one’s cold and calculated
I am fixed and formulated here
I wanna get out
And go back to Hayward House

Why’d we have to go?
Nowhere else really feels like home
Least of all this antiseptic cube
This futuristic, soulless little room
I’m shut in, they locked the doors
White walls, white ceilings, and white floors
Closing in on me
Closing in on me
Closing in

I miss my old house
I wish we’d never moved out
The past’s less lonely than the future
More friends in poems than computers
I wanna get out
And go back to Hayward House