There's always something off about
A guest room
Either the only light is a lamp
Or an alarm clock with a sinister red glow
Or maybe the fan
Is a little too big
A little too fast
The sheets are always white
The top blanket
Is always too light
Or scratchy
Every house
Has That blanket
Always used in the guest room
The guest room
Is either always too modern
Or too rustic
It never matches
The rest of the house
It's always off
Whether it be
Because that's where they store all their wolf figurines
Or because
That room is their storage room
The guest room is always off
Unless it's your own house
YOU ARE READING
Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
