My shirts are backwards and inside out 
the dresser hasn’t a single folded sock
No bottle opener in sight just a bic lighter

Summer dresses and one pair of boots
The same towels, old buttons, and shoelaces
a yellow chipped vanity from 1950

One hundred years of solitude still resting 
on my great grandmothers night stand
Framed Monet leaning on each wall 

people will know you, not this way