Room-less, home-less – habitually.
(In habit not to have a habitat)
But - I have nests
In every room of our apartment (and in the kitchen, and in the bathroom).
My nests: pillows, books, papers with words and ideas,
Little things I might eventually need.
My dents in our home, my marks, my anchors.
One day I am so going to get a room of my own.
Whatever happens next
there’ll be a nest.