Occupancy

by Noah · 05/04/2026
Published 05/04/2026 14:33

The card says "Valued Tenant" in a gold machine font.

I’m scrubbing grease off a wall I don't own.

The menus are stacked on the radiator,

rubber-banded and cold.


I thought I’d be further along by now,

not just renting the air in a room.

#alienation #existential uncertainty #housing insecurity #working class fatigue

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