My room (a poem)

The first line is borrowed (with permission) from I can feel the changes coming//expired film by S. R. Mason.

Everything you say has four corners
I choose the farthest one
so I won’t have to face
the consequences of my actions

Newspapers pile up over weeks
the centre of the room becomes my exile
where I hide in plain sight
Anyone who sees me
assumes I’m waiting for someone else

When the room empties
I can’t remember what it was you said

Shorn of their words
the walls crumble
leaving only a rolled-up copy of the New York Times
from May 16, 1995

I look around
shrug
and walk out

(6 February 2019)


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