The Realtor

This, like so many things,
is therapy. You listen
to all these people

and you tell them stories
(hopefully true ones)
where everything fits,

the perfect house
a single showing away,
myth of a solid offer

that can secure a future.
You show them homes
that aren't anyone's

anymore, shadows left
by people you never met.
The day ends and you

cross your own threshold
and hope it will feel real
on the other side.

Thanks for reading! This year I'm writing poems about moving into my first house and dealing with a lot of drama and evolution in this and other parts of my life. We'll see where it goes.