Possibly inspired by having recently moved?
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I don’t know how to keep the house up —
My wife is the one who always does it,
Turns the key to open the door, props…
Something…Up by the ceiling, presumably,
And tidies each tie in place. For me,
The fabric walls do nothing but crumble
The instant I open the lock, and nothing
About the pile I’m left with looks right.
Subtextually Free 