Efficiency

The advertisement
flashed by
it said
the apartment was an
Efficiency.

So I took it.

Moved in
grateful
that the apartment
would take it from there.
I pictured
boxes of books and bowls,
green trash bags
stuffed with clothes, pillows,
raggedy towels, old fleece
blankets
would unpack themselves
fold and stack their own shapes
into cupboards and shelves
While I read a book or took a nap
breathing deep the luxurious
efficient air.

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