get it now: these bodies
aren't temples—
they are small
locked rooms, which
we're doomed
to get to know
too well
after pacing them
in circles
for forty years or more.
Before long, we know
the placement
to the millimeter
and relish
the smell
of every stained
stick and nicked-
up corner of their furniture.
And soon,
we become so at-one
with all the clutter
that we don't think
to to clean
or run a quick
vacuum
underneath it anymore,
because
even though we
can't function without it,
we don't even know
it's there.
