I like to believe that a bedroom
can say a lot
of the person
who claims it
and if that is so
I wonder what mine might say of me
what these four walls
whisper about me
while I sleep
what these lights strung high
think of my messy brown hair
& if the floors ache the moment my
perpetually cold toes tip toe across the room
I wonder if my unlaced shoes on the floor
look lonely or loved
and if the records spinning
around & around
flatter the three vases of flowers with every line
and melody of the songs they sing
and if the window in front of me
wonders what lays beyond my
surface, just as much as I wonder
about the things that lay
beyond its glass
then I suppose my room
must have a lot to say
about me.
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