Ensnared in timehopeless attempts tokeep those packets of memoriesthe glittering walls that scraped the shit out of your elbowsthe friendly faces at the door smells of chol and sholai wafting downchasing each other through the hallwaysbaseball slide to be the first into the bathroomembarrassed parents whisper yell at you to behavethis is someone else's houseis it?
Ensnared in time
hopeless attempts to
keep those packets of memories
the glittering walls that scraped the shit out of your elbows
the friendly faces at the door
smells of chol and sholai wafting down
chasing each other through the hallways
baseball slide to be the first into the bathroom
embarrassed parents whisper yell at you to behave
this is someone else's house
What is the sum of 9 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.