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My Apartment—Soon to be Left Behind

The damp, barely carpeted stairs
lead to thin misfitted doors
that could be blown down in one breath.
Little pigs, little pigs, let me in
to watch the knick-knacks scatter
across the paint encrusted drafting table,
into the cracks of the paisley’s thrown
on sunken couch cushions,
in between the secret pages of broken spines
and folded ears.