
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



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