some people are good
at building and maintaining
putting events in separate rooms
to revisit
later, if the universe
tells them to do so

many don’t have the luxury
of having chambers
where their yesterdays
can rest and fade
into bygones,
so they carry them
into tomorrows
a burden they refuse to call
a burden

a few
still live in the room
where beautiful things
used to live,
pretending they have
all they need
cocooned in pseudo safety
of a memory


written for napowrimo
inspired by a poem by Li-Young Lee
“This Room and Everything In It


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