Friday, May 3, 2013

Jacqui Corcoran





A Room by Jacqui Corcoran



This is the room with a view

it is for you

A basket to tend your soul

A moon of dresses

There is another room. A shower cubicle.

But who are these strangers in there?

Leave. Take your stories with you.

Who is this tour guide visiting my home?

Why is he saying somebody died

here? I need proof.

This is the room with a view

it is for you

A patch of shut irises

A fence to lean their fists of shifting indigo.

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