I remember place just slightly more than space.
am I inside the room, or
is the room all made of me? these legs.
these arms. this head. this chest. my heart.
I’d say I remember. the light. the moon outside.
I remember the shadows. I remember shapes.
what’s staying in place. anyone moving here?
was that the cat, kinda three-quarters worth?
oh, floors that couldn’t be more amber bright.
have I been here before this night? but no, not alone.
an easy nest to adore. a door half of glass.
am I a stranger here? I don’t want to be.
are these grooves beneath the furniture?
here a scratch. was that me?
because these scratches, therefore I am.
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