my geographical plate

harsh sunlight from the northeast.

traveling northbound the sign reads:

“dead end”

southward the sign reads:

“dead end”

westward, entering the apartment

from the balcony glancing toward the south

the futon is acting as a couch collecting laundry.

glancing northward finds the music chamber

a bookcase and a table filled with disposable papers.

glancing west, certain notations and general

inquisitiveness area, concert hall and table

reserved for the execution of everything.

farther west the sink, the microwave,

salt and pepper shakers, sugar bowl,

coffee maker, cabinets holding dry goods.

a measured left turn finds the gas stove and fridge.

at west’s end the doorway leads to the grand

hallway running north to south except when

cordoned-off for waxing.

rotating eastward a walk-in closet, a doorway

deepening southward leading to sleeping quarters

and farther inward and points west, the bathroom and

soon enough a week will not go by when I don’t

lose my way navigating my geographical plate.