Furniture

We all have that place
Or at least I like to think we all do
Perhaps only I do, and it's my chore to maintain it
Though I'll admit to not doing a very good job

In any case, it's an inappropriate place
where everything is all a-bang with the sharp corners of furniture
Shrouded, but still there to cause you sharp pains
as you stumble through the narrow path

Sometimes you pull things into the light
dust them off and find them valuable
rare, beautiful, authentic

Sometimes you pull things into the light
and under a ray of sunlight or a bright lamp
they look cheap and tacky
and when you show them to other people
they find it in very bad taste

Really though most of it just sits in the dark and moulders.

Sometimes I force myself to open the doors and windows
let light and air in
And it feels good, and I'm afraid of it, and I hate it
and I love it
And by now you know that I'm not speaking of a place inside my house

And by now you know that I'm not speaking to you at all.