exit sign
    Tearing It Down
    Janet Kenning

    When I left the trailer, when I left
    The pantry filled with soup cans past their expiration date,
    When I left the living room busy with paint
    And laundry —some clean, some dirty shirts—
    When I left the chipped sink crusted with dishes,
    The antique glass doors stacked in the corner,
    The refrigerator hummed, the space-heater danced
    In the bathroom, light streamed in the dirty curtains,
    It was still morning, I hadn't washed my face, hadn't eaten,
    Like almost everyone who was leaving,
    I thought it would be for a short while.