Five Months Under My Name
I've been first in and last out for five months. Tonight the only other person still here almost got the real reason out of me.
A Container With Just My Initial
I let myself into my parents' kitchen after they're asleep, eat what she leaves out, and wash it before I go. Tonight there's a spoon already set out.
Forty Photos Of The Same Mat
I take the stairs past 4C every night, photograph the same crooked doormat, and never once knock on her door.
The Doorway I Stopped Checking
Every night I cross the street before his doorway so I don't have to decide whether to speak. Tonight it was empty.