markings on the wall

When we packed our things from paint-chipped
cupboards, and made peace with stains of wine on
the carpet- too permanent to move out with us; we
couldn’t help but mourn the laddered led ticks on the
back wall of our washroom, each mark labeled with a
name and year. How I wished I could saw out the
slab of drywall for it knew more than anyone,
what it means to grow.


Image: Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Kimilee Norman

Kimilee Norman writes humbly from her apartment in Tampa, Florida alongside her pitbull and fiancée. She is still trying to decide which non-dairy milk is superior- almond or coconut. She is in her final year of studying Technical Writing at the University of South Florida.