blank walls


the paths in front of me
are painted on the same four walls
and it doesn’t take but a bit
of chemical induction
to make them all look like

the paint i could use
costs something more
than i can afford so
i still have my sharpie
bleeding into my back pocket
and my book is full

i’ve been taking little
excursions into blindness
and if all the universe allows for me
are fleeting moments of relief
in flights of fancy
then sign me up

this is my bedroom
this is my living room
this is what i live
thist is where i am
sure, peek in the windows
and peel apart the curtains
don’t be surprised when
you find the door is unlocked
don’t be surprised when
it looks like i’ve been robbed


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