you get a key and a room
of your own in a small city
what a feeling
you can make a whole world
all to yourself
you can read books
you can play guitar
you can write books
and songs with
friends
you have an address
you live there
wow
rescue some kittens
and raise them
life can be really very nice
for some years and then
one day things change
they tell you GO!
you gotta go
they push you out
you cannot stay under
any circumstance
we live like birds
i am nothing and though this belief
if announced to mom or dad or brother
or aunt or nephew or niece would
get a hurtful or dismissive response
i would imagine for i do not dare
tell them but
i am nothing and when i am nothing
and can feel all my atoms spacing
feel all the roominess in there and
wanna rent it out well
i am nothing what would i do with
money it just collects slowly in my
checking account which i do not
know exists until i swipe a card so
i can get something to eat or to read
or to feed my sprawling head
i am nothing again tonight and only
you only you only you may get it
when it leaves my lips and smile
and touch my clasped hands on the
table between us in the bar in the
library in between all the words we
dare to share
and smile and say
so what do you have for us today
Katya?
