expired perfume,
pattern shirts,
plethora of jewelry boxes,
a placard of a prayer on the wall,
fossils of a good time.
these thin, old, sheets have been moved all around california,
pastry crumbs among,
and throw pillows.
blinding, blaring tv,
subtitles hard to read.
talks of a person you'd want me to marry,
how the worlds ending,
and how i sleep in;
and play hookey too much.
