It isn't always soft
it isn't always pastel
and it's rarely warm.

it's beautiful, don't get me wrong.
it's sometimes cold
it's sometimes gray and irritating,
but it's always recognizable.

sometimes it sounds like a congested nose,
sometimes it sounds like a hardwood floor,
sometimes it sounds like an old refrigerator.

you'll look at it and think
'that would look great with a bow on it'
but you never put a bow on it.

you'll look at it and think
'I bet that smells like home'
and it does.

you'll touch it
it will feel like sandpaper and velvet bralettes at the same.
you know that's The Way It Should Be.


you're right you know,
it is terribly hypocritical.
Your mother says "it's in Your Best Interest."

you wonder what that is.