Waves of boxes
flood into our home.
We must unpack
all of the belongings
we packed
only three days before.
The boxes
filter into
my bedroom.
I am drowning
in these boxes
in this room
this house.
Doesn't anyone understand?
Doesn't anyone care?
I try explaining
to Iris
how I feel.
She should understand.
But she doesn't.
If Iris doesn't understand,
I am alone.
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