Nude

Here’s a poem that I don’t think I’ve posted here before. (If I’m wrong, please let me know and I’ll put something else in its place.)

A pile of shed
garments on
the hardwood floor
rising in layers
of ever thinner
firmament,
                from denim
to lightest cotton
to breathless
silk &
a trickle
of sunlight
spilling through a crack
in the curtains.
                        While
the prim unwrinkled
bed, the generic nightstand
pinned under
a thick phone book
& the blank TV atop
a chest
          of drawers
all resist
engagement: nothing
to capture
the enchanted gaze
or even the bemused
appraisal.
              No stage
hand could stand
such inattention
to properties,
such utter abandon as
this room’s lone
occupant displays.

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