This
room is
plush,
with
memories
etched
in between
the
tough
lines
scattering
walls
that bend
to
the right,
left,
and back
again
to
us.
This room
is
full
of the things
that
bring
yellow
hues,
brown
touches,
and hushed
orange
images
that paste
themselves
in
between
our touches.
The
point
in drawing
these
letters
to
words
is to
say that
this room
is
warm,
like
liquid
love
dipped
in honey
suckles
that
fill in the
crevices
on your skin.
This room
fits
us, since
we’re
in no
hurry
to
change
these sheets.
M.C. Davis
