in the corners of the room and on shelves.
Two small windows open wide without curtains.
It gets very sunny in the evening.
Throughout the walls, in wood and cloth,
that is where they live. They live and I leave
with bags and a box of plants on the subway.
Back and forth for many days so my legs hurt.
Using the dryer and looking closely
before finding room on shelves
that already have order.
My second home becomes my first.
Everyday I wake up with you.
I am happy I am here.
-Hannah
Small changes
No more than that
Cover what belongs
Cloudy erasure
Water and hair
Metal and plastic
Back and forth motion
Blurring edges
Pages of paper
Piled high
Thrown to the side
No longer to be used
A useless task
Can bring so much pleasure
-KM
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