by Baya Ginsburg
Crystals, plants, glass, unicorns, jewelry
All the things that mean the most to me.
They lie pretty where they sit
I put them there, for just a bit.
Moving round, where do they look the best?
It is an obsession, I must confess.
I can’t control others, but I can control them
It’s almost better than having a friend.
They keep growing, taking over my room
These collectibles are my cocoon.
But it’s not all that bad, it’s not the worst
Collections are a blessing, not a curse.
They make me happy, they make me me
They’re everything I want them to be.