Don’t Come In

You trampled in, your namesake 

Dirtying my new, unbroken floor.

I protested. You laughed me off.

But I wasn’t fucking joking.

I like my space spick and span

So I can feel my feet on the ground in

My 

Home.

Take your shoes off when you come in.

Better yet, don’t come at all.

I won’t be a maid at my own place.

I refuse to 

Crouch to scrub it out of the

Carpet

Again.

I’ll only level to paint my watercolors

And crochet my concentration.

Take your raid and go

And I’ll keep your lighter.

I always likes the flame of it more than

You 

Did.

On the outskirts of the USC Village.