We are not those with
frames of pictures that
line the windowsills.
At night our string lights
hang themselves between the scribbles
and figures we’ve sprayed
onto the walls in place of
the portraits our parents
would put there.
The windowsills are empty
but for our spray cans--
we are not those who
appreciate the ordinary.
frames of pictures that
line the windowsills.
At night our string lights
hang themselves between the scribbles
and figures we’ve sprayed
onto the walls in place of
the portraits our parents
would put there.
The windowsills are empty
but for our spray cans--
we are not those who
appreciate the ordinary.
