she keeps the dolls she never played with atop her bookcase
and her makeup in the bottom righthand cabinet
of the bathroom (but it's not like she'd ever tell you that);
her socks in one drawer and her jeans in another,
and her closet's color-coordinated except for the
shoes on the floor and all that luggage
on the shelf waiting to fall on her shoulders.

life is making
her realize that everything isn't quite relatable
and more disorganized than she'd like them to
be, but she thinks that if she keeps it all
in reach, then all she has won't get lost - considering
she's already lost so much (when she didn't really have
a lot to start with, anyways.)