there’s a stack of clothes
in the corner of my room
my mom tells me to clean
it up before i leave
(i don’t)
i tell her i will do it
when i come home
she says okay,
but doesn’t believe me
a few days pass and
i never cleaned up those
clothes and neither did
my mom
for some reason
they make me
feel less alone
and i think she
knew that, too.