This is a poem about eating the things left on your plate, even when they're burnt.
This is a poem about crying to hear noise.
This is a poem about eating, playing, singing loud.
This is a poem about listening for footsteps.
This is a poem about checking locks.
This is a poem about evaluating yourself in glamorous magazines according to 'them'.
This is a poem about being naked and fuckin' liking it.
This is a poem about knowing he's not there and he should be.
This is a poem about running up walls and hoping you'll fall.
This is a poem about eyeing that bottle of jack.
This is a poem about watching lights.
This is a poem about counting pillows and picking lint.
This is a poem about a diary entry from 3 years ago when you had your first kiss.
This is a poem about making pictures in the carpet with your toes.
This is a poem about screaming into the corner and hearing the phone ring to answer you.
This is a poem about being naked and scaring yourself.
This is a poem about licking your lips.
This is a poem about how many tears does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop.
This is a poem about that one time that they didn't come back for you.
This is a poem about cleanliness.. too much fucking cleanliness.
This is a poem about being alone.