poems on moving into my apt

just found these three poems today....I kind of liked them

Standing on the pink floor
of my first apartment
I look out the window
to find the sun.
"To the left in the morning."
I tell myself and
I turn so the sun
grazes my sholder.
Facing the brown wallpaper
I smile a little,
Knowing this was the
Direction my bed faced
When i lived at home


Unpacking:
I look to
The right from the
Chair I'm sitting it
to see my Iron still in my microwave.
I begin to cry.



Right now
the hardest part of
writing these lines is
knowing i have no
drawers to hide them in.

nothing great i know but they were very real when i wrote them