Fabric Stranger

now the angles of the room seem pulled together by chance and little else. you lieing on the floor still as can be. happy head full of bee pollen crossed with a linen ciggerette. your smile is unique. your fabric skin is course not smooth like the others. your hands are wrinkeled. where have they been for so long? what is that strange auburn glow about your eyes? perhaps you are a lantern or maybe a ghost. is that your gown? you seem to be holding some kind of tacit knowledge. maybe you are from my past. it was then that i saw your face. dead love on the floor wrinkeled in the corner the shirts piled up in a mess. thats where i remember you from.