I don’t think
I’d replace all four
bathing suits
just bare bones at first
focus on the essentials
a couple weeks worth of panties
and some cute luggage
to carry them in
live in a motel for a while
like some noir protagonist
on the lam
buy a cheap jalopy
that runs on sawdust and willpower
spending my days
calling the insurance company
on a rotary phone
sitting in the dark
ambling through wet shadowed alleys
in a damp second-hand trench coat
with a throaty narration playing somewhere
running into other displaced people
and nodding grimly
getting into fights in bars
that is
if my house
didn’t land on a witch.
Awesome! This one is dripping with noir atmosphere.