My room is my life, where
Dust from years before
Compiles into bunnies under my bed
They don’t hop away
But come out of the rabbit hole whenever they may
My room is my life, where
Stacks of green, yellow, pink, blue paper
Form rainbow grasslands and thick jungles
Scraps and intact 8.5×11’s
Ink’s words given and taken
My room is my life, where
Ants run rampant
Hiding from summer love
Carrying pieces of me from the floor
And taking them out my mind’s door
My room is my life, where
Dirty dishes pile up
Balancing on fragile foundations
A careless loving touch
Is always much too much
