dear cousin.

I am sick of how my cousin picks things up and puts them wherever the hell she wants.

dear cousin:

you are careless with other people’s things.

sometimes I see the way you pick something up

and put it down where you like

and it makes me wonder if you

will be that careless with people someday.

 

dear cousin:

sometimes I think of you,

and my heart’s mind swells with love—

but this is only when I am not with you.

 

dear cousin:

sometimes, public hiding places must be respected.

sometimes, people don’t like honesty.

sometimes, you must put things back where you found them. 

Author's Note

Any general critique is fine, really.

Reviews

[Snuggles McClintock]

I very much enjoyed your first stanza...there was a strange comedy in them that made me smirk wryly. Honestly, it is much stronger than the last two. May I suggest making the piece just the first stanza.

[LetiStoned]

i really like it good job!!!
Keep writting!!! XD