Turning this in tomorrow for my creative writing class… Anna said I should start posting my own stuff so here goes. Hope you like it. It’s called “last night at 408.”

cardboard boxes blend like watercolor;

my pink toenails grip the carpet.

you take down my paintings

and the Dust Bunnies make me 

sneeze. 

inspiration is dry and i can’t

find a damn thing to cook.

moving away is a thunderstorm-

we are holding tight in the eye.