by Jessica Hopkins24 Jan 2019
Dirty socks
crumbs in each crevice of my
purple sheets - each flower petal
that decorates my pillowcase
figures upsidedown
(on coffee mugs)
broken camera, hanging outdated
reminders.
Blue light against an old wrapper -
almost elegant.
books I've never read. And never
will.
For months. Maybe years. Maybe
i will die tomorrow --
Everything is leftover. Unimportant
Insignificant
like scraps of this fragmented self
that they say exists
(who are you, little i)
that you would do such a thing
as break apart
upon your very moment of birth?