Blueprint for No One
by anxiousmove
· 17/01/2026
Published 17/01/2026 18:21
I tried to draw the place I grew,
the porch, the eaves, the sagging door.
The pen leaked ink, a sudden blot
that ruined half the second floor.
I can’t remember where the glass
was supposed to let the morning in.
I draw a chimney, thick and black,
with smoke like some repeating sin
that blows the wrong way in the wind.
It’s just a box with slanted lines.
I’ve lived in places all my life
I can’t describe or even find.