bird by bird

Two and a half years ago, I walked into an apartment building on Corona Street, and I found a ~300 square foot slice of hardwood floored heaven. The rent was $900/month (plus utilities), and I told the woman showing me the apartment that I thought it was a steal. She replied that literally no one had ever said that about the space before. I explained I was moving from New York City, and then she got it. And then I signed a lease. I don't know any other time in my life when I've been in such a small space and yet felt so free. This was my first apartment I wasn't sharing with anyone. I didn't have to share a bathroom or fridge space or a coat closet. Everything inside the apartment door marked with a gold #7 was mine. I felt like I struck gold and was now residing as the Queen of Corona (street). There were definite quirks about the apartment though. I had only a dorm room style mini-fridge, no air conditioning, and one tiny closet for the whole apartment. Th

When a poem isn't written by a poet (me)... I have cold feel when I crawl under covers But he warms them for me when he can. Last night both our feet were cold, 20 toes of fear and apprehension. I dreamt of pearly skies in South Dakota, And winds blowing in all directions. As if a sunset could have a storm, And I was standing in it. I am certain about wanting a family, About a life of sticky fingers and little sleep. He is certain about death and taxes, But not about me, not yet. We'll keep walking, even though I want to run, We'll stop and go in traffic, even though I want to drive. I'll be patient at red lights, and grateful for green ones. And hopefully we'll get to where 'there' is Together.

Here's some pop poetry because I watched the Taylor Swift Stadium Tour on Neflix tonight, and I am not cool. Valentine's Day is a few days away so here's a non-love poem, naturally. what is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives... --Rupi Kaur