Same Building

Different unit.

Same north-facing light in the morning.

I unpacked the boxes in the same order

I always unpack—

kitchen first, then the rest.

The boxes are the same boxes.

I found the command hooks

in the bottom of one,

still in their packaging,

the adhesive tabs still folded.

I bought them for the old place.

I don't know why I moved them.

I held them for a while.

The junk drawer was already full—

the last tenant's takeout menus,

a pen with no cap.

I put the hooks in anyway.

Pushed the drawer shut.

It didn't close all the way.

The broken-down box is still against the wall.

I said I'd deal with it tomorrow.

I said that yesterday too.

About the box. About this building.

About most of it.