My bed
black and
white nude
photos of
a girl
I knew
before I
knew him
my windowsill
my headboard
pic of my girl's pic of me pic of my best
first art show skydiving friend @ her wedding
a shot glass from South Padre
my nightstand
holds
a lamp
w s
i t
t r
h i
n
g
s
of mardi gras beads
A Bible
and a Mexican
pot
full of toe rings
this side this side
of my room of my room
has my closet has my props
door dresser
my hope chest housing
filled with clothes and
old various odds
blankets and ends
knitted by my from my last
great granny job
and a master on top
bath of it are
i use rarely candles and
except a lava lamp
to seduce a Jordan
the odd girl Knight doll
at a party my best friends
boyfriend
a map of gave me as a joke
Mexico
hangs on the my computer
wall my web cam
over a table my mic
covered come next
in a thousand placed on a desk
tiny with candles
magnetic chocolate
words covered coffee
coffee beans
a frightening and a feathered
mexican woman tiara beaming
string puppet Happy New Year's
hanging
face toward the
wall above
it
this wall
sports
magnolia
gasoline
blue phillips
sonoco 66
white
sinclair rose black hawk
dinosaur gasoline
flying A gilmore
gasoline blue green
mobil
stickers
arranged in an
eight petaled
flower pattern
there is a table upon which sits
my two
sacred wooden boxes
both of which hold
my mothers Bible
a grief Bible
pictures of my son
hospital wristbands
a letter from my brother
in rehab
a flattened out rose
and a receipt from
the mexican dentist
i go to when
my teeth get bad
and on top of that
a shelf which holds
photo albums
which hold
photos
but none of the ones that i stole
hanging above the shelf
are necklaces and bracelets
strung up on push pins
by the door
as i most often get
dressed while heading out
jewelry a decoration
i where more as an
afterthought
most of it i made myself
and next to that
my door
which does nothing
much
but open in
or shut
out
depending
on
who
you
are
Reason for writing:
just having some fun...
Birth sign: Aquarius
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