- Alex Greenberg
In my room, a fresh linen scented
candle , satt with its flame flickering back
Underneath, the teak stained
drawers are filled with clean, folded
A hamper lies, with a ball of dirty
clothes right in front of it.
The computer, that buzzes, and
rainbow lighted fans spin away.
A black scratched PS4 controller
On the carpet, scattered sour
patch kids that have been resting there
so long that they must have aged into
sour patch adults.
They sit there as a witness, and a
listener to everything that goes on in my room.