by Jasmine M., 19
I want to own the key
to the lock of an apartment
with dusty pink walls
and a worn grey couch.
I want peonies on the table
and basil in the windowsill.
I want midnight brownie mix
in the glow of the refrigerator
with the love of my life.
I want a wall of books
with broken spines
leaking stories
filled to the brim
like the future
I want to have.