I decided I’m going to 
Sell all of my belongings
And move to Japan

So I can live in
One of those
Micro-apartments
That they show on YouTube

Where the kitchens are so small
They can barely hold
A hot plate
And a mini fridge

And the bed is
Little more than
A cupboard with a ladder

What a joy it would be
To stand on my
Two-foot wide balcony
Watching the traffic alone
Because there isn’t enough room
For a visitor

Oh, the peace I would have
In my tiny shower stall
By myself with
My one bar of soap
And my bottle of shampoo
Knowing there was no one
Waiting for me
To hurry up and finish

I would cook simple meals
Of veggies and noodles
And I would have fish on Friday nights

I would sit
In front of my only TV tray
And watch what I wanted

And when the smell of
Warm supper
Wafted through the building
No knock would come to the door
Because truly,
Nobody would care to join me

And when the steady thrum
Of outside noise
Became too much

And the demons from my past
Came a tap tap tapping

I would crawl into my cupboard,
Close the door
And cover my head

Because there is no room
In my Japanese micro-apartment
For anxiety and sorrow

Image by Masashi Wakui from Pixabay