Follows The Sun

(Lately I am back to wrangling metered poetry. Expect sestinas and the like in the near future. For now, a villanelle)

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My home is full of other peoples’ art
I put it there so I’d feel less alone.
I thought it was a decent place to start.

The postcards and the maps all do their part,
the hunters in the snow and bits of bone,
my home is full of other peoples’ art.

I made this home so I could be apart
and break the codependence I had known.
I thought it was a decent place to start.

Each poster has its own place in my heart,
a set of memories that I have grown.
My home is full of other peoples’ art.

I guess perhaps it isn’t all that smart
to show off all the talent I’ve been shown.
I thought it was a decent place to start.

I have good taste, and with it I can chart
relationships continued or disowned
My home is full of other peoples’ art;
I thought it was a decent place to start.