No space

There was no space for me
but I was lucky
I had a bed.

There was no space for me
but I was lucky
I had a cupboard for my work

and a chest on the landing
for my clothes

there was nothing bad - only love
and warmth and food
and the work came, every day
along with insignificance
and modernity
and I went away
from the tension and disharmony

today we have three
houses, three places

and still there is no space for me
all the stuff holds sway
all rooms crammed
and they long gone -

they left me
to my working day.

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