she couldn’t escape
her fate
was sealed
in a room
made of brick and steel

the room
had a window
over
a door
felt like a tower
she was stuck
between floors

a baby crying
all night long
daily noises of
sirens and dogs

she cleaned the window
on Thursdays
for a view
with no horizon
no sun
no moon

the air thick
in summer
she’d lay naked on the bed
the air crackled
in winter
three layers of clothes
a blanket and still cold

it was home

a notice of eviction
shoved under the door
another teardown

depressed
with the thought
of having to move

she cleaned the window
on Thursday
for a view

it was home