Monday, April 18, 2005

draft: practical uses for table linen

revised version:

At night, someone rearranges the rooms

in my body, pushes ottomans into

corners and hides the water lily print.

Now, I’m all reckless stairwells

and falling sounds. Entire bedroom sets

gone missing at sunrise. You’re fondest

of the shifting windows, the ivory boned

sofa shaped like a woman’s back;

have placed buttons beneath carpets

and hidden pens in all the closets.

The parlors fill with pink paper

dresses and impossible chairs.

The kitchens, understandably, hide their knives.

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