Are you still Chinese yellow?
Are your blinds still drawn
The smell of ammonia in the entrance hall.
The racing bike. The junk mail.
The timer switch whose single naked bulb
allowed us as far as the first floor.
They must be checking our location on the map,
taking leave of their loved ones,
asking the way to our house.
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