memory

i still love my memory, and its ability to
dig deep.
i can’t even find the strength to
think things through.

these four green pale walls for company.
my only hope is erasing the remnants
of yesterday.

shaded green, bright green;
it's a mellow atmosphere.

close the curtains.
close the door.

red paint, mixing with the rest of the
plastic paper plate.
plaster marks my skin.

outside, it's like a prison.

this is just almost a cell.
just almost.