sometimes i can't tell which is worse:

a week or three months

contextually speaking,

i am more looking forward to

ordering the coffee

than drinking it

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going home means sitting in a different room

roughly the same size as this,

perhaps slightly larger, but entirely mine

walls scarred with old tape and torn photos

i will able to wrap myself in flannel sheets

with headphones and tea

with new books, still unread

and the dread of leaving the next morning

mine, entirely