my little piece of home

'she's a mess', her dresser drawers whisper 

   'most of the time, and when she cares 

to clean, it's done in a rush.' 

pens are scattered on her desk, some 

uncapped. some are completely dry. 

she forgets to fold clothes, so they 

sit in the bottom of her hamper

   until she remembers a week

     later. 

she's trying to get better at it. believe her, 

she knows she's a human tornado.

sometimes she feels like her world is held together

by stray Extra gum wrappers and puffy stickers from 

   CVS. 

but she'll make it through.