The Living Room a pair of hand made socks knit with cheap, colorful yarn the mittens not quite the same size a vase about to topple on my table as the cats race-chase through the house chirping and trilling at each other their joy for grey days and wet food. a couch full of hangars and clothes I need to put away lit dramatically by the window pillows that have been laid upon so lovingly they're flat. a painting by my sister and At-at in a hat with Mickey Mouse ears and a skull whose brain has been replaced with a number of dice.
Carrie is taking a creative writing class in school this semester, and I’m blatantly stealing her assignment prompts for my own use. In this case, the assignment was to write a poem introducing oneself to the class via a metaphor. I am a mess. A total disaster area of love and happiness, but a mess nonetheless. I particularly relate to the ceramic skull in which we keep our gaming dice.