At the end of everything, hold on to anything.

Yes, I was tearing through books constantly, and talking to this teacher at least weekly. Because even though I always loved reading as a kid, literature was always a very weak subject for me in terms of a teaching-to-standardized-test school setting (I just do awful on "what color were the curtains" type multiple choice questions. Those details don't stick in my memory THEY JUST DON'T). But that didn't matter for this class. I could just read my way out of any bad test score. I have always had fond memories of how I "fudged" my way through that class and "abused' the extra credit policy.

on the chair in your room

we can get by with it as is

(sock drawers are optional) but

if theres more clothes

if we want to sit down

we have to take agency

i have to get out of bed

you sort through the undergarments

i hang each shirt

you fold each pair of pants