Despite it All

Coffee mug rings stain the coffee table

Threads are loose in the blanket

That is haphazardly thrown over the armchair

There’s only one bulb

In this whole damn place

That works at full brightness

The kitchen sink drips in time with the ticking clock

Windows whistle in the wind

And the whole place creaks as the ground shifts

It’s a mess, a constant disaster

But no matter what

It’s home

-Kel Dayheart