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