The twin xboxes on the highest shelf of a simple bookshelf say
She has time.
The unfinished games on the lowest shelf say
She doesn't have time for anything else.
The stack of expensive sketchbooks on the middle shelf say
The lack of awards on any shelf say
She doesn't grasp opportunities.
The unorganized objects in her room say
She doesn't care.
Her grades sprawled below the lowest shelf say
She cares more than you think.
The plastic basket of wires shadowed by the shelves say
She's okay with with her entangled feelings spread out.
The green and orange boxes with the lopsided purse say
She has things to lock away.
And since each one of us has touched a memory
We are all considered important.
Exclaims her quiet shelves,
In her room
In her house
that has only been lived in for three years.