Lori’s two bedroom apartment
belongs to her since she owns the building.
It is fully furnished
with a cherry wood dining table
that never seats six
let alone eight with the extension.
Each Friday she purchases
a half dozen bagels.
She places lox on the bagels
with a smear of cream cheese.
Her bedroom is right out of a style magazine
that specializes in wood furniture.
Monday nights she hears the poetry
at the cafe’s open mic
from her bed above the performance.
She listens until the slam winner is announced.
Her other bedroom is two large screens
attached to mega-computers
and three bookcases of technical manuals
trouble shooting and coding books.
She secretly owns half the houses on the block
unaware she is the feared gentrifier.
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