There is nary a space in this place
that doesn’t possess a book, a tape, an album,
or a DVD. Were it up to me, you would see
my life cataloged much like my movies
and records, all in accordance with
alphabetic law. It’s my flaw to which
I’ll admit, and given the chance I will add to it.
This mass of media, my personal library,
If I really get serious, this thing will get scary.
Written for the WE WRITE POEMS prompt “The Natural History of My (Room)”