That Lived-in Look
“nothing is different but/ everything has changed” [paul simon]
sweep the floor
predict the weather
recharge the batteried things
leave a different light on most nights
just one bed is more practical but sometimes I wish the couch was long enough to sleep on
that day the door wasn’t where I’d left it
the sun got up on the wrong side of its planet today
I don’t know how it would feel to be like my living room, with 5 windows and 4 doorways
if a window frame could keep the outside out without having a window–no glass to obscure
or get buggy
do an electric stove and a campfire have anything in common but heat
house, cave, condo, trailer. Or take off my skin, prop it up with some of my bones and
feel snug for the night
some days won’t start until I’ve made coffee
have any flowers gotten in
why are there clouds on the ceiling
every once in a while I walk as closely as I can to my walls to make sure that no part of
the floor feels neglected
I can see all around without turning my head