that we can have all have our own kit bag.
there are things special enough, tiny enough to fill the space
without an overflow.
blanket rolls on our backs
a clear echo-y space inside
lie on the floor
let the suns rays burn us
no one else seems to agree
bedside tables spill with a backyard tableau
my fingers itch to rush in
fill up a trashbag
it’s not my space
today i settle for selecting
chipped ceramics ostensibly
flip open the trashcan lid,
If only everyone else in the house was like me.
What a boring place it would be.
*using the Write Alm prompt today: flipside.