Sunday, May 5, 1985

My Apartment

My kitchen contains food for thought. 
Neat, clean-  a place for everything, 
everything in it's place. I never use it.

The guest bathroom- sparkling mirrors,
shiny tile, inviting.  Clean dry towels, 
a nice place for friends to go.

There's a hallway to direct my moods,
I've closets for dirty clothes and toys,
The master suite is of course a mess.

There's space to drift, to dance, and drink.
This place suits me.  I wear it like a lifestyle:
but I can't sleep in two bedrooms alone.

-dp-
5-5-85
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