Only the sum of a room,
Just so much accumulated stuff.
Once, I began to fall in love
With a man. But it was his room,
The sum of his things, which cemented it.
As it turns out, he could not maintain his worth,
His values were papier-mâché;
And the objects in his room told lies.
2000 His room said that he was warm, caring, interesting, playful and deep. He was none of those things. It had all been staged as a lure, a clever game.
