hold your breath.
hold... and release
and hold
and release
and hold
hold
hold
...no release.

her eyes could tear holes into steel
so tell me why
when i catch hers with mine
do they soften?

am i a hoarder?
is that why my things litter my floor
and i give little care to tidying?

late night reality tv
spells out a future i dread:
piles of garbage, untouched
poor victims showing affection
for every piece of litter

is that going to be my life?

am i a hoarder?