A place for you.

There is a name, and a room, and a cramp.

There is a name, a room, and the window is open. A cramp, and you're in the window. Summer heat oozes all around you.

There is a name, it is your name it is your mother's name it is the name of all the people in the window. There is a room and a cramp.

There is a cramp which is just folded time, a crumple quickly unfolding.

There is a room, which is just a place for your blood and bones to rest.

There is a name. It is yours.

And you live there until you don't anymore.