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I had my chance to be creative

And I wasn’t

Had my chance at peace and

I blew it

Had a place no one could erase

And I bombed

The roach situation never got resolved

And the list grew longer

Nothing pending, but nothing new

Bombarded with what

I should do

Or being doing

Or what all- I might forget to do.

Nothing pending, nothing grew

Nothing found it’s way through

Except the cockroaches

Every morning my bed making routine was me laying in bed making my bed

It was that intense

So set

On pushing my bed to the corner for safety

That I’m as wrinkled as the silky sheets

Shoved

Only the cold wall to love

The stress doesn’t help the

Hair loss, which loops around

To the incessant spotting

Of lint, of small objects bent

Scurrying across my sight of view

And for you

To know this feeling

Curious Sea Lions play with a starfish

2004 Heavenly “70″ fantasy bra -tyra banks