LIVING ROOM
In the carpet
is a story, man buys camel,
camel walks, camel walks,
and several geometric proofs.
The door is alarmed!
But the window has a
vacant sign:
upstairs room,
shelf, cabinet, lock,
fair rent.
In the living room,
an armchair where
one child sits,
seriously unappealing,
wanting
to scotchtape over every line
to save every word,
to give itself more glare.
It’s lonely for
a mother who isn’t anywhere
at home. Who accounts
for the desert with a calculator
that records amounts
in and out printing a list
that goes on, on, on,
that stops, turns a corner,
greets the isosceles
where the poker rests,
shelters the floor, meets the door,
tells the child, well
one thing’s sure.
Cecily Iddings: Tree of Influence