my mother had
a roll top desk
i pressed my weight
wrestled with gravity
to open and reveal
the secrets within
clambering inside
my eyes adjusting in
the darkness
i inherited
the same secrecy
disguised as
the perfect mess
rustling in
the wind
my mother had
a roll top desk
i pressed my weight
wrestled with gravity
to open and reveal
the secrets within
clambering inside
my eyes adjusting in
the darkness
i inherited
the same secrecy
disguised as
the perfect mess
rustling in
the wind