Waiting for Constance
Alexandria Madero
I moved into a new apartment
and I am happy
walking back and forth
stepping over boxes
and peering into bags
that contain my old life
but suddenly look shiny&new
It's like Christmas
and I am happy
having lunch with Bruce
who I am falling in love with
walking home I come upon
my front gate
and gaze up at the facade
finding my second floor windows
the only ones with flower boxes
I think I'll plant tulips in March
The doorbell rings
and my friend Deborah
comes in to give advice
and a new Creole cookbook
and I am happy
that people in the East Village
still just stop by
Now my day full and the sun going down
I'm waiting for Constance
my friend of eleven years
and my new roommate
I am happy
