I've filled my house
with furniture I cannot use
A table of only legs
chairs whose fabric scrubs my skin
sleep made impossible
by a bed that hangs
upside down from the ceiling
I'm not sure I even recognize
myself in these strange mirrors
But I can't move out.
Please help me, you who have experience
in making furnishings make sense.
Together we can build
something off which to eat,
find softer cloth,
with caution, lower my bed
to the floor.
Please, if you recognize me
help me back home.
~April 3, 2012
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