Sometimes I feel so
I don’t think I can keep up.
Everyone else is so pretty and so nice.
And so organized and
Here I am in my Priti Studio:
Honestly, it’s a pig sty.
You might remember when Leo moved out last summer.
I took his bedroom as my art space.
Still, there are Nirvana posters and guitars and….
mostly my own mess.
I have very special things that I am not able to enjoy fully…
The point is:
I want to be honest and show you
and tell you
and shame myself into
being better, I guess.
For now, Let’s play Where’s Waldo.
Do you see the Ab-Lounge?
Nice shelf, right?
Do you see a vacuum cleaner?
Can you see my coveted Art Blocks from Lisa D.
The shrine I made for my dead father?
How about my little wine cup from Italy?
I see it on the table, in front of the little basket.
I was looking all over the house for that guy.
(Lucky for me, I have 3 others )
See the guitars?
It’s terrible, I know.
But it is ME.
How do I clean this up?
The rest of the house is fine.
It is my special—
“waited my whole life for this”
that is out of control
So..there is the truth about me.
My big secret.
I do go in there ALL of the time.
I agree with myself to clean it up.
A spot big enough for me to plop down in and create.
What do you do about a girl named Lisa?