room
to room
reflections of
   youth
   the set of
things a timid under-
standing   this womanish
   body
   reverberates
the lie like sun
shine on water

domesticity   close to
home   a slick casing
left  as the pulsing
breathing thing moves
on

I'll decorate anyway
the hollow
where I dwell  and see
slivers of memory
in every picture
hung