Little Library
Special, dark cavern of my mind
one that is a space to make clarity
out of confusion
A perfectly imperfect headspace
of nostalgia and out-of-reach dreams
A place of comfort
and grace but also
A home for echos of the past
in which I’m still trying to make sense of
“Keep going!”
“Do better!”
“Be Louder!”
“Why would you write that?”
The head questions the heart’s content and concerns
but this is my
safe space for memories dancing
and lighting up a thousand forgotten rooms
My little library of fantasies
velvet rich pictures of you talking endlessly
trying to explain to me
which mouth was worth listening to at the party