Bunk Bed
The tree looks as it always does,
smells like my favorite smell - reminiscent of
the inside of an old water bottle.
Must.
something about the way the overheads look,
something about my un-enchanted mind,
I love the way my old necklace looks
in perfect disarray
on the bathroom countertop.
Next to 26 ounces of table salt,
Tylenol,
and Adderall.
I love the things unsaid.
Cereal at midnight,
blue light.
I watch my cat dig a hole for herself.
She isn’t very nice,
not considerate at all,
but after she’s done, she covers it with dirt.
Thoroughly.
Recognition feels like expired love.
Forced, but it will do the job for a week.
Emma Righter (she/her) is a Junior at Bates majoring in English. Emma loves words and collects some of her favorites from music, road signs, and old t-shirts.