My Bedroom

Poems , december 4 , 2024

One of each of me has a little shelf in my bedroom.
A place,
for all of the things that make up me.

One of me has a section of shelf for his pirate books.
He doesn’t read them very often anymore
but when he is around
they are all that he talks about.
My favorite pirate is Stede Bonnet,
One of me disagrees.

One of me is starting to take over his shelf with his ghost stories.
The books are all out of order, getting mixed up.
He doesn’t care much for categorization.
He begs and begs for an EMF reader and a spirit box.
One of me says no, and has said no for three years straight.

Two of me have two entire shelves taken up
for witchy books and tarot cards and herbs.
They even have a huge tapestry on my wall
and Incense holders lying all around the room.
They have crystals and runes and bones.
One of me thinks that it’s ridiculous.

One of me has so many stuffed animals
that it takes up the entire top of the shelf.
She has so many My Little Pony dolls.
And she has a storybook.
She loves the pictures.
One of me thinks she should grow up.

One of me has 3 shelves taken up with Xbox360 games.
One of me has a shelf for their Renaissance Faire accessories.
One of me has a shelf for her Star Wars things.
One of me reminds her that she has only seen the first 5 movies.

There are so many other shelves in my room.
There are so many things hidden under the bed.
There are so many clothes strewn across the floor.

One day, I will look at all of the parts of me,
a broken plate, shards of glass.

And I will create a mosaic.