Poetry: I used to live

I used to live

By Gabeba Baderoon

I used to live in a small room
with a narrow bed
and a television at my feet.
A mirror hung on the back of the door.
I lived in the order
of its smallness.

I lie here next to you
and feel the distance
from the walls.
If I held you closer
we would fit
onto a narrow bed.

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