Time For Muted Lights
When the plastic kitchen chairs
begin to crack
and the fabric on the footstool
shows its stuffing,
when the sink begins to list
like a sinking boat
pulling away from its mooring
when the breasts begin to go
and the skin under your chin hangs loose
and in the mirror you see
the wrinkles around the eyes
grow and deepen
when you feel like an aged courtesan
undressing in front of him
you know it's time for muted lights
in the collapsing house of your life
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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