college dorm
february 2024
this bed, mine
and mine alone.
its broken in, foreign
loved before.
the orange sun rises with me day by day
i leave,
the crumpled comforter sighs as i leave
or so i think.
perhaps it dances and sways,
gets whisked up and taken away,
by the swirling air from the fan left blowing
the constant whir a reminder
this bed was here before.
love my orange comforter. i wonder what goes on when i'm not in my dorm.
