Rows upon rows upon rows

Apartment buildings

Different colors, shapes, and sizes

Dream leaps across the lawns

Buttresses like butter

In the warm, misty dawn

Four bedrooms, wood paneling

Room after room of hideous furniture

My table in the dust

1800 dollars a month

Voices in the hall, in my head

I can’t afford this

Psychiatrist drives me to the next building

Agent meets us on a Segway

Korean woman in a dress

The building is bleached white

We never go in

By

Aaron Echoes August