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Light blue walls

Patched from floor to vaulted ceiling

With adolescent posters

And pictures, of dogs.

There is a rotten apple

On the plush, dirt-colored carpet

In the corner

Black and molding

A sweet and sour, pungent odor

Drifts toward the open window

Where I sit

And contemplate hills beyond.

My own four walls,

A vintage idea to me

now. Memory unclear.

Must have been

Long before my sister

Stuck these posters in the wall.

I tilt my head in her direction

She sits, tall and blonde.

Staring, with those turquoise eyes.

She is laughing. A room full of dogs.

Her own room

She has decorated with precise detail.

Placing the sister

In the corner.

She chose well,

Putting me here.

Nothing else in this room

Has ever loved her more.