There is something

familiar

about the strangeness

of a stranger’s home.

I sit on another  couch

that’s never known me

and a dog

that’s never loved me,

the shoes

of a toddler I’ve never met

lined up by the door

caked in play

and somehow

I am able to breath–

knowing

that I am far enough away

from the strangeness

of my own

familiar

life.