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An unmade bed smothered in pillows 
The corners of the quilt brushed onto the
Floor sprinkled in kitty litter and cat hair

Shoes cluttered around throughout the entire 
Length of the studio brought out from
The closet after the closet got straightened

Cockroaches peaking their heads out from 
Time to time checking the cat food bowls
And scurrying when sensing any motion

Unused wires, foot fungus spray, speakers
A dog chain, empty picture frames,
Luggage bags, and a key board all in reach

The spin inside air conditioning vents
So loud it quiets the sounds that shout 
From the street during morning rush hour

Only one lamp that blazes light into the Ceiling, 
Its scream driving brightness into every corner 
Of the space bouncing off glossy white walls

the lack of space cramps my imagination, but
solitude is the only way I’ll have enough 
creativity to express conditions and reason

the filthy disarray squashes comfort
but starbucks would feel impersonal
and unpleasant, the busy clouding focus  

As I write I dream of the perfect place
To create that is broad and sane as if 
I could be better with a bigger space

I search my mental rolodex to see
If I have any rich friends that could
Let me borrow their living room

or even a patio and I picture feeling 
relief enough to inspire greater work
and I see myself writing well

I look at the poorly folded gym shirt
And the empty cherrios box 
Left on the counter 10 feet away

I ask myself, would my work better 
if I could have live this short day dream?
Maybe someday I’ll find out, but for now…

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