painted empty

28. 

 

I come back to my apartment;

it sounds like i’m walking backwards,

i touch the walls and the chair:

it’s all different

it’s all the same,

if this was my home

it isn't now:

there’s a bed and a bath and some clothes

so i’ll live here

 

this apartment is painted empty

you can’t avoid the presence of emptiness:

it seeps into everything