When I was younger there was a serious lack of stability in my relationship with my Mother.
As hard as I clung to her,
I couldn’t keep her weighted down.
was constantly shifting, stirring, shaking.
My experiences of instability during this time
feels like deja vu;
the uncertainty in my day to day is chilling
in its ability to recall past trauma with such ease.
I have to move during this chaos, I don’t have a choice.
Clicking listing after listing,
no avail. I’m treading with no signs of gaining traction.
Reaching out to landlords and property managers without response,
each apartment I look at feels just as empty as that of one of my Mother’s.