That house wasn’t mine,
I borrowed it for a while,
from a friend.
Well, she wasn’t my friend, 
Just some lady from Craigslist.
A furnished sublet.
Meant to be temporary
The closets were huge 
There was space 
for contemplation.
I decided to stay.
while my marriage unravelled
And my wings unfurled.
I didn’t have to buy a thing, 
Not even a can opener.
There were two cows on the wall
with hooks for coats
They made me laugh.
So much more than I had before. 
In the house that was mine.

Sept. 5, 2020