Bad Poetry

Currently

An oil stained dress 

with pretty lace 

the strap falling off delicately 

Hair wet

the smell of coconut 

wafting through the air 

It’s summer, 

and for a brief moment 

it’s calm and soft 

The wind blows 

and I let this moment

live inside of my bedroom

It feels good to not feel homesick for once

“Where are you going?”

my mom asks 

I smile

“Nowhere.”