Jonathan Aprea

Working quietly, carefully
approaching the contours
and textural hurdles of each
specific room’s surfaces (four
bedrooms, the living room, a dining
room, the front hallway and upstairs
hallway, the kitchen, the cellar
and the basement), he is up until
morning and when he is done,
he looks into the waste basket
at the dust's aggregate. He sifts it
into a box that’s the size
of a pillow. He would like to give
it to somebody. He wants them
to know his potential. He would
like them to stop haunting his dreams.