Disheveled is an odd word
to explain a home for even in its most
haphazard ways it speaks of you
in happy stacks of books,
whispers of strewn paper letters from friends,
photographs propped like verbs on your windowsill,
and clothing that punctuates here and there
what you looked like yesterday.
And the noun of course is you,
described in a space that isn't really confused
as it is a poem
- that is beautiful -
with no rules.
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