not rent free

it's embarrassing how cheap real estate is

in my brain.

the rent you have to pay is

one Instagram reel, once in two weeks,

that will make most sense to me out of

everyone,

and one innocent moment to let me

gently jam my foot under your butt.

I'll throw in three extra neurons

for a song in the middle of the afternoon.

two cat photos, maybe and three

unremarkable details from your day -

including, but not limited to, the story

of your aunt visiting her home -

once a week,

are the maintenance fee.

and I'll take care of the electricity and plumbing work

by actually opening your video links

or lending you books that I won't ask for back.