‘parent’s’ house

what you thought you knew

becomes just recollection

a story you tell

uncertain if it’s

a photograph performed

or someone else’s words

home for christmas,

your walls, the framing

deems artificial

the positioning is

different, you’re new

‘student life’s changed you’

they say

as your clothes reek of half-price

laundry detergent

your eyelids coated in blue shadow

finding yourself

is said to be the aim

a degree

a bachelor of employability

‘think of all that debt’

(said by your grandma)

into her china cup

mounted by porcelain, zig-zag roses

you feel resemble you

more than relatives sat amongst

your sunday roast

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