reflection

usually

you let yourself in

to a door you swore you would paint

to arms you said needed tattoos

to a pattern

starting with your shoes

dripping on to a recently vacuumed mat

like a body out of water

on the hottest summer day

where one can feel their childhood

baking back into existence

against a flower of light

that closes too soon

the jean coat is next

weeping onto the floor

from an overcast day

with clouds that missed the earth

and the gas between them

speaking about the beginnings of a universe

with nothing more than breath

the cat purrs through your legs

the walls move a little closer to a hug

your bag is placed in your room

dressed with pictures of us

smiling

you brush your teeth

for have you seen the city

dear

the filth is everywhere

you move like a thought

back into the room

and

your bra is taken off

your shirt is switched

you look at yourself in the mirror

toes touching

numb and naked

wondering what it will be like

tomorrow

where one day

after too many days

we will reach it

when you have found another one

there

laying in your bed

asking you what is taking you

so long at the door

watching you undress

asking

what you are looking at

i am right here

love

i am