poem by Dan Raphael

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

poem by Dan Raphael

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