Light lives here, comfortable anywhere,
Especially in darkness. Appliances quibble:
A refrigerator toils
Constantly for cold, a furloughed
Oven chortles with its pilot light,
A furnace mimics a howling wind.
Astoundingly, all clocks here agree.
You aren’t about, except in DNA
Traces, scents in a bed, a crumbed
Dish in a sink. Now emerges a cat,
Walking on hushed paws, Interrogating
Silence for slightest
Noise, sniffing for food at floor level,
Owning the place with power far beyond
Your sad legalities. When your key
Teases the lock, the place gets a little
Sad, as in you’ll stomp with your
Beastly size, baggage, and
Unconscious belligerence.
