In-Dwelt
The apartment leaks footsteps,
it’s hard to avoid their featherweight padding.
Fabric and pith teach
walls how to speak;
fragmented recordings
that always threaten to utter
something intelligible.
Ears question,
closed eyes grope for answers.
They abide --- the indwellers,
they nightly rearrange,
whatever you thought was yours
as you daydream of being real.
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