Jul 18, 2006 00:02
This is dedicated to Jessica and Mackenzie. Oh and Iris, wherever you are Caitlyn.
Actually it's for my instructor. But I wasn't really thinking about her when I wrote it.
Dover.
The dark hall was lit with dangling Christmas lights.
The kitchen was tall, organic and warm,
with clipped recipes, a calendar, and messages on the whiteboard.
A sink full of dirty dishes and a porcelain mug with a broken handle.
Mine was the room next to the kitchen.
Tile floors, a bed, and an overstocked bookshelf,
artwork stuffed into what was once a fireplace.
A white comforter that hid us from the world long into the afternoon.
We ate chocolate chip pancakes in that bed
when the sun was rising over the skyscrapers
and falling through the trees onto our chocolate-filled smiles.
You made me laugh so hard I fell over and hit my head on that window sill.
You fell asleep next to me, I stroked your hair and smiled.
Hidden from the highways, the hotels, the offices, the hurry.
Our bed, tucked away in our corner of the apartment.
Infinitely separated by a bay window and the marble entrance.