Spring Cleaning
 there's a method to the madness of this attic i'm accustomed to 
 but every spring i try to visit with a brush and broom 
 dust consumes this collection of souvenirs 
 and tonight i'd like to erase any proof that you were here 
 let's begin with a look inside of a shoe box 
 here's my youthful aspiration to be 2pac 
 a book on darwin with photos of the galapagos 
 here's a picture of the father that i never got to know 
 a shot my mother bathing her babies in a sink 
 a mediocre poem that i wrote in golden ink 
 and over here is a crate of academic records 
 i traded in for vinyl when i learned i could apply em better 
 it's apparent that i haven't cleaned in ages when i'm finding 
 social studies books with porn between the pages 
 born in fetal stages and cluttered ever since 
 this attic needs the vacancy to make some room to think 
 but in the corner there's a chest that's under lock and key 
 and possibly the target of the cleansing 
 and as it opens there's a part of me that's over it and part of me 
 that wants to keep remembering 
 dear john, 
 i'm ecstatic that we met and i 
 haven't been upset from the night we spoke on the beach 
 it feels like there's a part of me that's hollow 
 and i'll follow you because i think you've got the missing piece 
 dear john, 
 can't believe it's been a year, wish that you were here with me in this unfamiliar city 
 i know you're insecurities are eating you alive, but i'm thinking of your eyes every time we... 
 dear john, 
 i'm the victim of a city serpent's venom and i'm being sent away 
 in search of purpose 
 it hurts that anniversaries are only words to me and lately i've been wondering why you thought i was worth it 
 she ran shoe less through shards of my heart of glass toward a garden of golden roses with invisible thorns 
 and her presence in my attic is an umbilical cord that pulls my physical form towards her miserable storm 
 i stripped the picture frames of their faces 
 and liberated shackled chain letters from my ankles and wrists 
 and kept my fingers from the edges of the envelopes and anything 
 that might have had a dance with her lips