red walls are not a home not
paintings unhung hidden behind
beige couch and beige walls belying the
volatility of the dining room
your mother came and wanted
to show me how to clean
i was a mess and the mess around me
reminded me of who i was
now maybe i can hang curtains
open the window and hear the world outside
i don’t need finger tracks in dirt to
remember what day it is
i don’t need to sleep alone
to remind someone of
what i’m worth.
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