moving in my mind.

every night, a new apartment.

I couldn’t sleep last night because I was too busy moving into a new apartment.

I was putting a glass jar of matches on the mantel above a firebox without a flue; arranging wide beeswax pillars against blackened bricks.

I was shoving the dining table in front of the fireplace and then swapping it with the couch, dragging heavy furniture on moving pads across creaky floorboards and then pushing it back again, on repeat, until I made up my mind about what could go where.