Security Deposit

The listing showed the street I used to know,

where the winter wind would always start to blow

through the cracks in the glass and the frame.

Every tenant there probably feels the same.

I looked at the pot with the dent in the base,

a souvenir from that cramped, drafty place.

I dropped it on the floor back in twelve,

near the radiator melting into itself

under twenty-odd layers of eggshell white,

hissing and clanking through the middle of night.