My empathy for these modern houses that have sculpted me

Hand outs of WiFi passwords and cigarettes to workers of my country

Corners of communities that have me bend and lean in, kissing the care for this space

For the terrazzo floors that have wounded me   

Political conversations with cab drivers who don’t have names

Four walls of a land I could never claim,
four walls that will forever be under my landlords name

For all I’m trying to do is to ameliorate this home