If Poppy takes over my old apartment and starts here where I started, she’ll slowly take over every part of everything I’ve ever done, and my experience of the last seven years will not have been what I thought it was, which was my life, but something else: a map of shouldn’t-dos for Poppy, a map she has been watching me reach the edges of in real time; watching and noting my failures, watching and preparing to do it over and do it right.