Jocelyn Kee

“I sit in a white room filed with junk and stuff siting in the dining room on an  old arm chair and a ripe seat that belongs to my great grandfather to my left the kitten with a white granite counter on top a box of cookies 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, gone dripping water from the tap dip drop, drip drop staked chairs falling 1 by 1 crashes down on the cold tiled floor with a                      

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G                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               I front a painting oh houses underneath my sister eating cereal and watching Disney+ hearing the sounds Crunch, Crunch, Crunch, Crunch. To my left the living room and the line phone ringing with a number I have never seen before. with the window wide open and the sounds of the construction out side across the alleyway the say, the screws, the hammer that goes BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG getting louder every time geting louder and louder. A green poted plant dirt everywhere the smell of cold coffee from my dads mug left out from this mornig. The washer from down stairs spining aroung and around and aroung untill the end.”