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room 126: vacant

Updated: Nov 14, 2021

By ALLIE BEENE, November 12, 2021

narrow paths strangle me as my eyes dart back & forth

a street etched with alleys, hoping you don’t find the right place.

the apartment complex, weathered & unstable

many stay for a few months

others remain a small handful of years

close to none declare it home for life

most driven out by the landlady herself.

infrequent & unpredictable janitorial cleans

awol for months on end.

I keep the house key with a mirror in a safe

dotted with love-shaped paint peels

from weighty crowbars.


I only dream

of 2 pairs of domestic boots

landing in unison

their owners strolling hand in hand

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