I’m Standin’ In My Bare Feet
On The Tile Floor.
Standin’ In My Kitchen,
A Kitchen Shared With Three
Others:
A Gaggle Of Chics.
We Tend To Linger
In Our Rooms. Sticking
To Our Familiar
Routines.
I Still Eat My Cinnamon Cereal In The Mornings
The Walls Are White
And Its Too Damn Cold
All The Time.
The Furniture Looks
A Little Like Hospital Decor.
But Its Mine
(For The Most Part)
And I Guess I Like It…
Kinda Like It-
In My New Place.