New York City-New Orleans-New York City

My house in the sky

Let’s say the angel asks
‘what’s around you, love?’
These, mostly houses
Let’s say you’re listening to the evening news
when your father suddenly comes in and asks
‘who died today, girl?’
Them, mostly houses
Let’s say all you have
is a blanket, a plastic cup for change, a sacred book
and no one asking
‘what’s missing, child?’
Those, them,
Mostly houses, mother

‘Mostly houses, they say’

[December 2018]

 Note on photographs: I took all the photographs below while riding the train from New York City to New Orleans and then back to New York City. Source: Olimpia Mosteanu.