There is no merit

In growing up

Where bricks are older than Jesus

And drywall is unheard of.

These things affect you, though,

Some buildings

Are more eloquent than people,

Smooth stone benches 

More maternal than your mom.

Since school ended

All I’ve done is sleep and read.

I’m beset by loneliness

A haughty one,

A princess’s.

I consider texting people

That I know

Would sleep with me

But this restlessness isn’t worse

Than how I’d feel 

Curling up on my side of the bed.

Read a book instead.

Turn the AC on

So you can wrap yourself in blankets.