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The room that we called a "porch"
because that's what it was supposed to be
before it was enclosed with walls.
The room that we used as a fridge in the winter
because of how cold it would get.
the room where the cat would lay, sun-basking.
Shedded fur floating like petals in the air,
illuminated by the sun-streams through the window.
The room with the handy outside-facing lock
so that your brothers could lock you in
when they were annoyed with you.
The room that was renovated into a part of the house
rather than an enclosed porch.
Ending the many uses,
but still containing the memories.
Written in my LA class, inspired by Bathroom by George Ella Lyon
16/Transgender Male/Green Bay, WI
(16/Transgender Male/Green Bay, WI)
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