it's a beautiful day

curled up on a couch that is not mine
in a house that is not mine
in a place that is not mine
waiting for a trip that is not mine
and a destination that is no longer mine

won't you be my neighbor?

there should be watercolor paintings of alien looking plant genitalia on my nonexistent walls.
it would be cheery.
for now, i'll just imagine them where your face should be, where i can remember it in the corner of my eye.

i'm going to hammer my feet into the ground, heels first.