I used to make my bed every morning.
That’s just what you do,
right?
I’ve learnt
to think
for myself.
Chairs in bedrooms
were never meant to be
sat on.
They are where
galactic giraffes
make nests at night.
I’ve learnt
to ignore
the hoover:
I want to bring the outside in
and
I refuse to get rid of spiders.
There isn’t a clear path
to the most important things in life.
That’s how I think
about my coffee.
I’ll probably
just
wash one cup
and leave the rest.
As per usual.
There’s no space for me here really…
My coffee table
is too busy
for a cuppa.
I don’t remember
the last time
I saw myself clearly.
The dust
in my shower
reminds me
of how we all die in the end and none of this really matters.
Love,
Tiina