serafina said so.



They bought a house that looked like every other house
Lost in the subtlety of the suburbs
Coated in one of four exterior colour palette packages
Crafted by designers and limited by developers
In an effort control the “personality” of a neighbourhood
They would never set foot in again

They went with a muted tan and grey
Wet blanket beige
Dead elephant ivory
Her mother called it “sensible”
While numbing all five before noon
In pools of colourless vodka
She told her daughter that settling was a rite of passage
As if mediocrity was the next step
After menstruation