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
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.