They Don’t All Sparkle
Diamond plate lines the walls.
It’s less fabulous than it sounds,
keeps the heat out in the winter
and in during the summer.
Sometimes when I’m alone,
Which isn’t often,
I run my fingers over it
As hard as I can.
Letting the rough edges
grind against my skin,
trying to spark memories
to fall into.
Good, bad.
Whatever place
my mind can go
to not feel like I’m in a box.
mind junk and word vomit 