Hospitality at the End of the Night

You see 
I would love to invite you over to my dirty little house on the edge of los angeles underneath the dying palm tree 
on a hill of dust and sand 

but unfortunately I have no room as I have too many characters 
here residing with me; 
sleeping on the couch, 
and underneath the dining room table, 
and on top of the washing machine that is adjacent to the kitchen as it rumbles through the night 
doing my laundry, 
and my roommates’ laundry, 
and my roommates’ girlfriends’ laundry too

No, I would love to have you come over to my house in los angeles, 
with its blue stairs leading up a hill into the darkness of the night 
but as I said I have no room; 
and my roommates have been kind enough 
to let these character share our space for a time and I cannot impose upon them any further
But let me know when you make your plans and buy your airline tickets and I will see if these characters are still with me then 
or if finally I have saved the document and turned off my laptop for the night.