my own shirt
today i put
all your things
in a black
garbage bag
and was
surprised
at how much
clutter
was left.
even after all
traces of you
are scrubbed
away,
i am still left
with me.
piles and piles
of me
stacked up
in every corner.
the room looks
the same
with our history
washed away.
but i guess i will
have to sleep
in my own
shirt
tonight.
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Moments Belonging to No One: A National Poetry Month Chapbook
PoetryApril is National Poetry Month, and I have decided, in honor of the month, to write 30 poems for each of the 30 days. A lot happened in my life throughout this month. Mostly what I wrote about was heartache, breakups, exhaustion, and the way life mo...
