I have volumes upon volumes, blog post upon blog post of poetry to keep track of the days. I woke this morning to the furniture being rearranged, a signal that something has changed.
I dreamed
The living room
Rearranged,
Furniture and paintings
In different places.
I woke to
The rocking chair
In a new location
Than it was
When I went to bed.
My beloved says
He moved it there
Yesterday.
That’s not the only thing
That changed
Overnight.
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