Room at My Table

You stare at the ceiling. Counting cracks like days. Fluorescent buzzing

drowns the words you can't say. They say your name in clipboards like you're some

heavy case. But I still see the kid with love all over his face.

Voices in the hallway bleed into your head. You're nodding at

a joke no one else has said. When the world gets loud and

your thoughts get louder. When the room tilts sideways and your hands start

to shake. You can sit right here. Let the storm pass over.

You don't have to make sense for your heart not to break. You're not your