Description is to some extent an act of prescription.
This is just to say, it is time
to move. We've found a lovely
place at —. Love,
Mum and Dad.
P.S: You each get your own
Selling Mattresses Since 1982
Next door: a yellow building, stranded
in its own specificity, filled with empty
beds going for half-price. Outside,
a dog barks all day at its own shadow
but won't get up.
The first thing one notices
are the pipes – exposed and running
along the walls; later we learn
they rattle when disturbed.
For me, it is a moment of anguish.
To the man in the turquoise boxers, asleep
at 11.30pm on Monday, 22nd January–
maybe I'll catch you tonight before
you close your eyes.
After all, any place can be home until you get used to it.
By Cheryl Julia LeeQLRS Vol. 13 No. 1 Jan 2014