she likes
to move.
packing her bags
and boxes.
marking each one,
kitchen,
or bedroom,
storage,
or attic.
she stands at
the window
and quietly says
goodbye.
every year she
finds a new
place to live.
to sleep
and eat, and
worry.
it keeps her
interested
in the world,
the constant of
change,
of hope that
the next place will
be the one.
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