Refugee’s song

The size of this lounge
makes me feel dirty
when I think of you
mum

sitting on a couch larger than
all the beds
we’ve had so far
I’m listening
to the Fugees
& I’m back in 1996
singing
refugees’ songs

a glass of wine
makes all the difference
today

from my double-glass queen size window
I’m looking
down
at people
passing by my street
and I can’t hear them
anymore

the music plays so loud
it echoes
through the three storeys
of my mansion

each day
the door bell rings
& each day
a new box arrives
with newly bought stuff

I hope it’ll diminish the echoes
of my mind