Aripiprazole pills arrange themselves mosaically

Counted without purpose

They find their way back to the cotton confines of their plastic home

The dust layers like a wedding cake on various surfaces

Childish fingers trace phallic drawings through the fine particles

It’s art 

So are the week-old bedsheets slowly pulling away from the mattress

Too many pillows, not enough space

A stuffed zoo squishes itself into one drawer

Exhibits include 

A stegosaurus, an Ikea alien, Spiderman, Zero from _The Nightmare Before Christmas_, two otters, an unidentifiable arthropod, an avocado, and an Angry Bird pig

Sometimes, growing up isn’t desirable 

Half-empty or half-full

The drinks scattered about the space beg to be thrown out 

Iced coffee petri dish

There’s an ecosystem beneath the surface

100 Funko Pops stand tall and quite menacingly against the wall

They run the place

Empty vapes stack in various hiding spots, they can’t find their way out

Journals upon books upon scripts upon paperwork

It’s a solvable maze of half-baked projects and ideas

Dead ends are home to the unfolded laundry

Air blows itself from the grimy fan, expelling dust like a light snowfall

On the neglected PC, on the plethora of figurines, on the books both read and yet to be read

The organized chaos settles into a stillness that welcomes me home

I know it waits for me with open cluttered arms

It doesn’t judge but always awaits change

Yet, nothing ever does