My apartment gets small fast
In the moments of need
With me and my art scattered about the place
All up in the air with Mariah and her coin tossing
Learning to stand on her own in a scary world
With your newfound self suffering and power unlike any other
With Chris and his perfect ‘friendship’
With autumn and her new social career
With 24 faceless, nameless turnovers every Saturday
It gets full fast
And still
It can feel empty