so this is what its like
by martin elbin
living by myself, the stairs are soft and quiet as i climb
up to the new apartment, draped in lonely silence,
that smells of dust and paint and too much time.
so here is where i live
in each and every room, stuff from twenty years just seems to fill
i've extra space to spare, with blank walls that need some thing,
but i can't find inspiration or the will.
so nothing's ever noisy
from one room to the next, and everything is settled in its place
in each closet i find storage, for my hobbies from my youth,
made of hangers, old stuffed boxes and dead space.