Surreal
How can you call a hallway home
With barely a kitchen
It's a sink
A microwave with a broken handle
A trash can that
Stinks like fish sticks
And a buzzing white light
How can you call a hallway home
It's surreal
With three uncomfy couches
Two barstools
And one tall table
That isn't a living room
It's surreal
How can you call a hallway home
When your neighbors doors are
Constantly closed
And no one is bothered
To turn on the light outside of your room
How can anyone
Walk into their dorm
And feel
As though it is
A home
It's a hallway
It's surreal
That we can call
Hallways
Homes
(Freshman semester I)
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