Inside

2023

But there are no trees left in my childhood

No innocent wonderings left in my sanctuary

These roots

Go far

But these leaves

Wilt under the summer heat

Let’s make a table

But the table needs a chair

More than one chair, if there’s people over

And a floor, so the furniture doesn’t get scratched

And walls, for privacy

Let’s not forget a roof, to keep out the rain

My imagination

Burnt down like the Amazon

Please use your inside voices.