Photo by Brigita Przybylski
Home feels like I’m frozen in time
The days all blend into each other
Like smeared charcoal
And neighbors stay inside
The suburban streets barren
Yet their houses are also empty of
Life or light
Making me question
If I can freeze time
An hourglass on its side
The sun keeps rising and falling
But my childhood bedroom walls
With their white paint
Starting to yellow and chip away
Appear smaller
Or have I just gotten taller?
Home feels like I’m frozen in time
It doesn’t feel real or feel like me
And makes me think
About all the memories
My brain stores
Behind the analog clock
In need of its batteries replaced
Hanging and covered in dust on the wall
Frozen in time
Kindergarten 