Hearth
there’s a shift in
my clock internally
externally yours
now that isn’t an
analogy for a stroller
roller derby time
I just never
know where I
am in the year I
see it on piano
keys Tuesday is D
the days rolling
in a circle of 5ths
and you count the months
rent by rent and
I look at this chair
covered in shirts
and wonder where your
heart is if
this isn’t home.
Love, Muse
A.N.: Our apartment is pre-re carpeting from a water-damage disaster . It’s awful. And has made us both hate it. There’s dust and random little critters everywhere.
From The Diary of An Unlisted Muse 