the past/the present

I woke up this morning

in my childhood bedroom surrounded by old photos,

walked down stairs that were built in the 1930s,

grabbed the phone which my dad bought last year,

scrolled through a tumblr blog about the starbucks orders of famous literary creations,

replied to a message from someone who knew me when I was five,

picked up a book first read when I was 13,

considered wearing a pair of boots bought yesterday,

listened to a Marilyn Monroe style cover of Britney Spears while I straightened my hair,

ate the same bowl of cereal I have had three weeks running,

and wrote this poem which is about the past.


Image Credits: endlesswatts/Pixabay


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