My Space

My bed has a pillow on either end

one for myself

the other for my puppy.

Beneath the bed

there lies another bed

already made, it awaits being rolled out.

Across from both beds

recycled shoebox drawers with art supplies

whose sketches fold neatly in the scarlet accordion organizer.

Put aside from my interests

to the right rests my college career

retired on the shelf.

At the forefront the centerpiece

an article about my adoption from China

spread as though a map on the glass table.