It’s hard to live
A life un-private.

A seasonal home.

Sleeping on a loveseat,
In a room where the TV is always on.
Constant headaches.
Lights and sounds that stab.
She sits by screens
All
Day.

And wonders why she is sad.

I fear
It will begin to spread.
I can’t escape, especially not at night.

I think I’ll take a shower.