I rearranged our home today.
Although it's not a house
But a small apartment,
It's still home as we'd hoped for.
Over a year under our names,
It feels made for us every day—
Couch pulled from the wall,
Condensing the livingroom
Into a cozier space, a dining nook
Waits in the future, waits for funds.
There are bills and coins in a glass jar.
The kitchen sink carries dishes
That need scrubbing. It's not too bad.
Part of dinner has been made.
The floors swept again. And again.
Our little home, rearranged.