My second book I wrote in Helsinki.
We had a one-bedroom apartment
Above a YMCA,
And our windows looked out on
Snowy pine trees.
The entryway to our apartment was a
U-shaped staircase with a landing,
And above the landing was a huge window and wide window sill.
I would sit in the window sill and paint wine bottles.
I would move the rocking chair to the top of the staircase
So I was facing the window and the snowy trees,
The stairs falling away below me.
It gave the illusion that the
Like I was floating toward the
Snowy pine trees
With my notebook in my lap
And a pen entwined in my fingers.
I finished that book in a different apartment.
But by then I was
And my growing belly gave the space
The dimension it needed.
I finished the novel Aug. 20
And my son was born Aug. 22.