before :: after

congealed ice cream melted and hardened onto the surface of this old wood table i'm sitting at,

the musty basement smell, the half-broken wobbly chair covered in a blue bedsheet

the tilted television stand

the lopsided leg of the desk i've had since the third grade, the one mom tries to throw out each year, the one i never let her throw out, the one i also never use,

these are pieces of home.
these are the easiest ones to describe.

(the rest are too ambiguous.)