the apartment is empty
I stretch my mouth
this is perfection
this is home
excitement at having made it
I drop into my bed
it’s just a bed
over there is just a nightstand
in the other room, just a lamp
but only my eyes recognize
recognize that these things are home
other people just visit
but I come back to it
my smile stretches bigger
and I clean up
I settle into a routine
it’s marvelous.