She kept a styrofoam box

In the corner

Opened it up in the morning

After school

And before bedtime

She scattered food flakes

For the tiny orange fish to eat

The bit of company

Her house could fit

Asides from hoarded clutter

Kept together

By the narrow walls that reached up

Making more space for the inside til

Half the sky was taken

By man-made creations

All squished together

In a big small city

With so many roads that connect

As they close off the rest of the world.

Inspired by my trip to Vietnam some time ago.