Jim's Room
NINA NASTASIA
In the back of the house in the room I used to sleep
I woke up and smelled burning wires
For a month I wasn't me
A thief would wait for me outside
There were nights I would let him in
No one ever found out
I always wondered, Francis, where you lived
Standing proudly in the tub
I never saw you in your clothes
In the back of the house in the room right next to mine
The only place she let you smoke
There you spent most of your time
Painting pictures of smoke