PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

Left out

i inhabited the shape of a cat
lost in a room
i left as leaves

through an open curtained window

a last leaf on fire on the ground
burning a hole in an old mattress


that you dragged me under you on,
grey as an old water stain

At street level I leave the mattress,
for anyone who wants it
 


Rebecca

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