My stuff is scattered around this house.
It looks out of place, like I’m trying to live
in a space not molded around me.
I have too many clothes to fit
into three small drawers.
The tea I drink sits on the counter
in a mixed-matched pile I haven’t organized.
Coffee cups are upright on another counter
because I have forgotten which cabinet
I found them in when I got here.
A random pile of things sit on a bench
by the dining table, haven’t moved since
I brought them here, my temporary place
with no space for me. I’m a person who places
things in spots, living on top of someone else's home,
never trying to make it feel like my own.
Written in the summer of 2021.
Kelly Severseike 