The Apartment
The driveway is a tongue,
Leading into the mouth.
My apartment is the mouth,
Waiting to devour me.
In the stomach is my bed,
Next to my lamp and my books.
And in the belly of my apartment,
I am safe and warm.
I enjoy the warmth of my bed.
I listen to the voices of my books.
Before the next morning,
When I am regurgitated back onto the cold streets.
Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2016
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