a cramped bathroom
faucet seems to be mumbling,
an angel-
white radiator is crawling
in a heap in the corner, weeping softly,
a brusque fridge compressor
is taking a grand pause—before
launching into the adjacent movement;
true, maybe that's not
the movement you signed up for.
But that's the one you
could afford. That's the sound
of everyone around you
making of their inner lives, a song.
And look: you too
are doing it.
In your case, of course
it's just a tiny little song,
most well suited
to a tiny little room—
but at least
it's got lots of wonderful pictures
of wide-open spaces
someone in your
family must have visited once
on its tiny little walls.
