the girl has given up
on packing
and labeling
and sorting
and putting things in place.
on organization
and concentration
and efficiency
and want.
on throwing open windows
and breathing in old air
and pretending a different place
and different people
and different air 
will solve all her problems.
so the books remain
untouched
unread.
the boxes stay
lined up like soldiers
waiting for command.
the girl lays down
and takes a nap 
and stops thinking about tomorrow.