Arriving in an unique country.
Different answers to specific questions.
How may I fit into the equation?
How will we make the mortgage?
How long until I get kicked out of my "home"?
What can I even afford?
Would it be the same back in my home country?
How can I make myself less
abstracted? In the house but not of it.
Grace of a front lawn, stucco sophisticate.
All that glitters stuck in the surface.
Glitter reminds me of my new beginning.
On the bus, a stranger sits on my left, no one on my right. The stranger on the left asks me,
"Could you move over? A little further?"
What is the sum of 6 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.