The carpet is ***** but I sleep
on the floor
of the room I lost my virginity in
when I was a teenager
where is she now I wonder
the view of the adjacent house
through the cobwebbed window
remains as it did
those ten or so years ago
shadows of trees dance on a fresh white coat in the sometimes breeze
overgrown bush and brick below
with grass and damp decoys
worried about an unwell friend
fighting the urge to walk
to the bottle shop
and forget about my life
for awhile