lives in Seattle, Washington. Her work can be found in Pithead Chapel, The Manifest-Station, The Extraordinary Project, Typishly, and Stone Pacific Zine. She can also be found on Twitter and Instagram @Bernadettemarto
In a Little, Yellow House
Someday, in a little, yellow house
with a small yard bordered by thick
foliage with patches of light breaking through,
and an affordable, yet charming, wooden chaise,
I sit, in my mind’s eye,
my body, in this small, dimly lit
I read somewhere recently about how
we are biologically programmed to want
a bigger house – to compete with our neighbor
for the next best thing –
but that whatever we obtain, we will always
There is never enough.
When I was an au-pair in Paris,
a young 24,
I had a tiny room – old servant’s quarters –
and everyone lived in apartments. I thought,
I need not much space
to be happy.
I thrilled daily at my surroundings.
Would that thrill have worn off,
had I stayed?
Isn’t it? Is it?
All about –
Enough of never, Enough
My yellow house,
tucked softly here,
inside my mind
I expand my mind
contain all the stars,
Maybe I will reach