4

I have a metaphor for

you

my life is

a messy room

with a girl in the middle

the girl

is me

and she

is happy

as she

kicks up her feet

munches on dark chocolate-covered coffee beans

(even though she doesn’t like coffee)

throws her coat onto the toppling avalanche

of clothes draped over her chair

breathe deep acoustics drift through the room

sad songs

that don’t make her cry

(anymore)