Standing in the
doorway, I only see your
face.
Of course you live in a black house
painted dark inside and out,
black floors and walls, no lights
just your floating head and hand, beckoning.
Out the window is the grey bay,
upstairs, your closet bedroom.
Of course there is a little rabbit body
draped across the coffee table
and bones, and furs, and ancient light bulbs.
Of course, of course
the beauty being that everything familiar
becomes so funny as we age away
from all the other bedrooms
of our life as friends.
Of course you live in a black house
painted dark inside and out,
black floors and walls, no lights
just your floating head and hand, beckoning.
Out the window is the grey bay,
upstairs, your closet bedroom.
Of course there is a little rabbit body
draped across the coffee table
and bones, and furs, and ancient light bulbs.
Of course, of course
the beauty being that everything familiar
becomes so funny as we age away
from all the other bedrooms
of our life as friends.
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