A Clear Identity

A poem written about my sister.

A red fish swimming around a dirty bowl.

A stuffed whale on top of a stereo.

A collection of books atop a ledge.

A Mexican blanket thrown over the bed.

Dirty dishes lying on the floor.

Jeans folded across a chair.

A family picture framed on a nightstand.

A schedule written messily on a whiteboard.

Makeup scattered on a table.

Overdue library books waiting on the bed.

An overused calendar on the wall.

Earings piled overtop of each other.

A dusty guitar in the corner.

A room that speaks so clearly.