When I was thirteen
My bedroom floor
Was the bedroom floor
To end all
Bedroom floors
If you want to know
What kind of person
Any thirteen-year-old is
Just look at what they keep
On their bedroom floors
Now, mine looked like a mess
But it was actually
A very carefully-curated mess
Just the right magazines
Splayed open
So you could see their covers
Certain articles of clothing
Notebooks
With certain things written in them
The infrequent bit of make-up
A scrap of paper with a phone number on it
One rollerblade
That’s the kind of bedroom floor that says--
This is the room of a busy girl
A girl with dreams
A girl who’s going places
And if you walked into my room
And moved around the carefully placed items
You would think to yourself--
Wow, I want to be friends with this girl
And if you walked into my room
You would always
Always
Hear What A Girl Wants
By Christina Aguilera
I had it on a loop
Because
Again
It tells you a lot about somebody
What they play in their room
And that song
Perfectly encapsulated
Me as a human being
The vibe
The lyrics
The materialism
All of it
You know, sometimes, back then
I would walk into people’s rooms
I would walk into people’s rooms
Different people from school
And people who wanted to be friends with me
And I would survey the floor
Some rooms were too messy
Too much stuff
No order
No reasoning
Just mess
I didn’t like that
Some were too clean
Bare floor
The person must have thought--
Oh, I’ll clean up for her
So it’s possible
They might have been interesting people
But I had no way of knowing that
And that’s sad
It really is
Anytime I would walk into a clean room
I just felt like--
Like it was such a missed opportunity
You know?
But when I would walk into a room
And find just the right amount
Of clutter
No trash
No spills
Nothing dirty
Just...clutter
I would get so excited
And then I would listen
To whatever music they had on
And if they didn’t have music on
I would make them put music on
And I would tell them
To choose very wisely
Because, you know, this was going
To make or break them
And sometimes
I would approve of their selection
And sometimes I wouldn’t
But one time
One time
This guy
Put on What A Girl Wants
Without being told to
And let me tell you
That guy
That guy?
He ended up being
The one
The one gay man
I’m still friends with
To this day
So you see
The little things?
They’re important
They’re important
And even a mess
Can be gorgeous
If you look at it
The right way
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