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Reading Charles Simic in the chaos
of the living room
where the furniture has so forgotten it’s place that chairs
sit on other chairs and many things we told others we’d keep
are broken like a promise, precisely in half.

Time empties the living room, first the brown couch,
then the table with six mustard colored tiles laid like fingers
with one missing, then rug, lamp, piano, blinds.
And every time I exit with an object,
the ones left behind grow more knowing,
like two women sharing a glance;
and I think: if Vesuvius covered me now,
I would not be able to hide what I am.

https://www.loc.gov/item/94838900