A Stranger In A Borrowed Bed

The anxiety didn’t set in right away

It’s funny how anxiety works like that

It gives you a few hours until it begins to seep down into the core of that impossible-to-point-out cavity somewhere between your rib cage and stomach

To seep down and melt into your insides like syrup over a waffle

It was easy moving everything out today

You just peel the pictures off the walls and put your clothes in a duffel bag and untangle the strings of extension cords that gave life to your computer and kissed your phone charger and made your flat iron burn all year long

It’s a lot to drag the boxes down the hallway and into your mom’s mini-van that she used to drive you around in back home

But you do it anyways, and then it’s over and then you go out to dinner with your parents and they go home while you head back to the library to study more

I packed up my life today

And since I’m not leaving until finals are over the only thing that I was worried about this morning was the un-comfort of sleeping without a mattress pad for more than 24 hours

Like I said, it takes a few hours for the maple syrup to liquefy

It wasn’t until I got into bed tonight

And the whole room looked back at me from a different angle because my bed risers are gone that I started to sense that impossible-to-point-out pit below my chest melt

It wasn’t until I reached over to turn on my white glass lamp because it was too dark, that I really felt the change

And when I looked up at the same exact wall I have slept next to for the past seven months and saw an empty white space gawking at me where a colorful, poster-filled and picture-hung panorama used to hang I wanted to call my parents and have them bring back my Andy Warhol posters and my silver mirror and my Kodak pictures

I don’t feel like it’s my room anymore

And I guess that is because it is not

Next year it will go to a baby sophomore

And then it will go to another one the year after that

Just like it was somebody else’s before it was mine

Right now I feel like a stranger sleeping in a borrowed bed

-Monday, June 3, 2012 2:47 am


I suppose there is no better place for my poetry debut than this very blog. Tonight I couldn't fall asleep, and when I suddenly realized why this is what I came up with. Hopefully, in the future there will be more poetry to come.