I'm sat on a chair
at a folding table
in a near empty
flat
this autumn night,
typing into a laptop
and
waiting to move
what little furniture
I have left.
In my head just now
I
counted nineteen
- a lifetime spanning
three times as
many
years - discounting
a couple of places
I lived in
a mere
few months.
Running on empty,
like
waking alone
in an unfamiliar
bed.
CC BY-ND 4.0 - Russell Cavanagh
1 Corinthians 3:16 - KJV