the laundry room

the messy stack of construction paper that my siblings and I have been using on school projects for years

mom’s binders from when she finished her degree at csun

fine mesh and an embroidery hoop for silk screening tina shirts in the 8th grade

all sitting on a wooden wall mounted rack that my grandpa made a few years ago

and outside, the ladder we’ve used to get onto the roof to repair fallen shingles during the summer or access camping gear and the christmas tree stand with

the dense patch of deep green ivy I’d let my chickens prance around in and scour for bugs

seen through the window of a door I’ve actually never once seen opened

in the top right corner the sparkle of glossy leaves belonging to an oak tree that has been growing and growing for as long as I can remember.

 

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