My mind is cavernous. There's enough
room for madness and love and petty
slights and high school crushes I
thought I'd die without. Nooks and
crannies where insecurity thrives
are everywhere. Bats are in vast
belfries. My giant eye that stares
me down each night sits where it
pleases. Old lovers swing from
drafty eaves flipping me their
birds. My heart bleeds into a pool
where all my mistakes feed endless.
Guilt has its own penthouse suite.
I dream among the attic's memories.