5.

... if it was, i wouldn't feel the need to keep my
shoes on when i enter the door, or i'd be okay
when someone new came to stay, after all,
it is my couch they are sitting on,
my coffee they are drinking. I

don't think it would matter if i lived with complete
strangers, of if i lived with a dead mum, a broken
sister, and daddy, who does more that smoke an
everyday cigerette. it's all the same, so don't

fret, Kay. because it's all sorted, and organized
into labled compartments, pointed out on index cards,
and put in filing cabinets for safe keeping,
so when dinner comes along, and all the strangers
come to the table, i can feel just the same if it were my
own family; and no one would take any notice that i didn't eat

anything on my plate.