i want a small apartment in the upper west side
a tiny space that i can afford
and that could be all mine
and i want all my things in there
only things i need
nothing more
minimal
and clean
and i want windows
large and bright
with light
flowing through
white sheer currents
like comfort
and my bed
close by
i want to wake up with the sun
step on a fluffy rug
to my tiny makeshift kitchen
i just need a plug and a sink
nothing much
i can make tea with the kettle
and cook on a hot plate
and the only other thing in the tiny room
is a small cozy chair
and a table that unfolded
for me to use
to write on
and I take walks
in the morning
in the afternoon
and at night
by the park
I watch the people hurry through
while I move slowly and silently
i sit still and watch them
and I still will have to work
but my hours
won’t be long and miserable
just a couple of hours twice a week
or three times a week
and with all my other hours
i will create
i will write
i will sing
i will learn to paint
i do theater shows at night
and i stand on stage
under bright lights
i transform
and i tell stories of people who’ve never existed
then I walk home
and get ready for bed
with my tea
and my cat
and simple sleeping clothes
and the fluffy rug
and the large window
and maybe I have someone special
that I met
and maybe i don’t
I’m happy as I am
thats the plan
thats all i want