A yellow cab double
parked, medium-sized U-Haul
behind it—I know
these getaways
too late, arrivals
too early. When moving in
becomes an art,
it’s time
to reconsider the vessel. Above
or below it, I just want
to crawl inside
the belly of someone’s home—yours?
Or, it could be mine.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Female Jonah is quite interesting. “When moving in becomes an art, it’s time to consider the vessel,” is very powerful and is still resonating inside my head. I look forward to reading more of your work!
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