Photography by Unsplash
By: Alborz Mohtashami (Death by Tapioca)
IG: @alborzisms, @deathbytapioca
Houses with columns and
Brick yard steps
A far cry from projects at
Kennedy and Progress where
Every day is garbage day
On the wrong side of the building
But where neighbours all strive
And refuse to compromise
On the way to the top floor
First time parents and doctors
Unite in the afterglow
Of fresh paint and tile work
A reminder that
We are all under construction
Looking at my problems like
Can I work it? Meanwhile
Their first world nature
Makes my self-reflection
That of a participant in a circus
Even that’s based on perception
I could be a contortionist
Weaving and threading my needle through
Mismatched fabrics
Trying to make a quilt out of
Concrete and lint but I
Seem to see denim and cotton
An optimist... I suppose
As I pace over hardwood floors
Architecture of my life
Exposed with each creak
I’ve overcome but
Still haven’t come far enough
There’s always tomorrow
There’s always a house with columns
To strive for