Loosening rooms
as you walk through
a look laces up your back.
Not careless but aware only
of yourself unknown and lonely
of only your lack.
Sense nothing there behind you
all the sensations of your wake loom
and wind and wrack
What you so carefully decide against.
sparing only residual recompense
the room helpless, tender, at your back.
May 13, 2011
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