They say
She’s so lucky
She’s a star
but she cry cry cries
under her father’s cruel conservatorship
And the engineer of that building in Miami
Said that it was badly in need of repair
3 years before it collapsed
The painting slipped down, then the wind blew it
out of its frame
I clean the dining table
by piling dishes up in the sink
to the point that the tap is unusable
I sit down for so long
I forget
what water feels like in my mouth
I only recognise it in individual droplets –
in the corner of my eyes
in the corner of the living room
drip dropping into a plastic bucket
My building, my home
is coming apart at the seams too.