Make use of the things around you.
This large television
On its stand for one.
This laptop on my lap,
Burning my skin as I type.
These clothes imprinted on my back.
The long hours sitting in this one place.
The melancholy singing of my sister.
The pounding of water against the bath tub floor.
The rain splattering against the door.
Beeping slips into the room from the kitchen
Bringing smells of my mom’s banana cream pie with it.
The music I dance to attempts to drown it all out.
Put it all in.
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