there were only photos
of those present and absent
in the beginning.
then came a bout of
with my art and words.
after which, to – do lists
fandom favourites, writing idols
claimed their own space.
then the walls themselves changed.
and now that I’m back, they are filled with
art – made by friends and faraway artists
coasters quietly swiped from restaurants
travels, letters, quotes and misplaced poems
the walls of my home are shifting
trying to constantly represent
and contain a slightly new me
that continues to live amidst them.