My curio apartment

(Published July 2021)

overflows in memories.

They spill out across the floor

until I am unable to walk

without stumbling over emotions:

grief, anger, and glee litter the floor

with mismatched shoes and stacks of books.

I live in the shelves of my thoughts

and I am unable to move

as my fingertips strum

the bones of my skeletons.

They clatter loud

when you request help

and I build myself a cage

in old photographs and knickknacks.

I watch the world turn 

through depression-tinted windows

and I draw stick figures of my happiness

between the thunder clouds

and empty streets.

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