cover the blemishes on a hardwood floor,
staring at both for most of the morning,
I have come to the conclusion that life
is full of circumstances beyond one's
control as well as within one's control
as long as you have the cleverness to
see it in the rug's criss-cross patterns;
we wait until the skies grow dark before
we turn on the lights even if we can see
clearly from the blaze of the livingroom's
fireplace... and yet, we live unnoticed
inside our homes waiting for a package
from the postman that never arrives...
we are tended by strangers who call
themselves family, removing money
from our wallets when they think we
are not paying attention... the painting
was completed with acrylics because of
the toxins associated with oils but we
cannot hang it without a frame... the
window gives me afternoon light and
the cat gives me friendship in an aloof
sort of way but better than nothing I guess.
22 June 2022
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