You swung the door fully
open when you caught a
peek of my room through
the thin opening.
You saw my bed
with the pillows in
opposite corners, and my
blanket wrinkled and
hanging off the side.
It looked like
it was hit by
a tornado you said.
I’m sorry mom, I wish
it wasn’t scientifically
true that geniuses were
messy people, too.
Mary Kaye Valdez is a pastel color enthusiast whose closet is ninety percent black. She also likes high places because it's her only chance to look down on people. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Fiction on the Web, Manawaker Studios, and Not Your Mother's Breast Milk.
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