i have my feet perched
on the ladder.
i have in my hands
a painting that i did when i was nine.
it is of a pink watermelon
and many more of my paintings,
lay on the floor besides.
one, of green and blue seashells.
two, of a tree sprouting leaves off of a television.
three, of a brown cat with purple eyes.
four, of white and yellow clouds.
— i am moving out.
YOU ARE READING
my home seams apart
Poetrythrough worn childhood threads, my home seams apart. · part two of woven shreds.
