by Charlie Zacks
Mom is trying to sell the house
She says
It needs a new roof
All the water gets in when it rains
I was packing up
Looking for that one polaroid
Of my ex girlfriend in just her bra
I wanted to see if it was real
All the wallpaper is gone
It’s all white now
Can’t find the polaroid
Maybe I did that thing
Where I wake up in the middle of the night
Burn the things I love
And go back to sleep
Charlie Zacks is a writer, editor, etc. from Atlanta, Georgia. He lives and studies in Boston. He founded Stimulant, an independent literary publication based in Montréal and New Publishing, a contemporary publishing company. He believes in all the right things and hates all the things you hate.