Paradise Found

My new place at least.

I wish I could show you around —

Everything is mine !

Or a gift from family or friends or

A fond token of an ex. Not much is left

Of the first train wreck, but I have my back injury for those memories.

Guitars, computers

Paintings, latex-free therapy bands.

Things that make me feel like

I have a support network.

And a box of

Way, way, way too much rice

To make me feel safe. I can’t explain it —

Some sort of childhood trauma response from excessive diet policing

I just am this way.

I found a place that’s all mine

Somewhere where nothing needs explaining.