It’s not an apartment,
a blank slate; you can’t just
drop your things in and it feels like you
walls of mint and lavender
room alit in glow:
door to – star moon moon star star – window
yard overgrown
I’m startled by the vastness
bring the girls to sleep
door closed; sleep
light on my back to view the room
when waking
plantlings on the sill
dishes drying verticle
on the same bamboo rack I bought
I’m not sure when
unsure of the destination
I’m suddenly here
