Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Wrong Room

walking back from work
after standing on the escalator
I picked the wrong house
and gently edged my key
into the lock
she was sitting on the couch
waiting for me
her legs pulled up
so as not to touch the floor

'the carpet is water,' she said
without looking up

there was a tablet
that was a
newspaper in her hand

'the welcome mat is lava,'
I said without looking at her

'you're standing on both,'
she said to the newspaper,
'but you're not supposed to be here'

'Maybe I'll just go home,'
I said without looking down,
but I couldn't remember
where I had left it

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