Floor
1 min readDec 30, 2018
A poem — gotta start somewhere.
Leaning on the wall
in the closet of my first apartment
my tailbone on the floor
my knees off the ground;
and the room is blue
but I am not
I am alright
and today was okay.
A poem — gotta start somewhere.
Leaning on the wall
in the closet of my first apartment
my tailbone on the floor
my knees off the ground;
and the room is blue
but I am not
I am alright
and today was okay.