Feeling Off Tonight

crumby table tops

dirty sheets

star decals on chipped white paint

boiling water

cold slabs under heels

fresh linen wafting from the back room

holding hands

touching noses

tangled string lights clumped upon the carpet

one gone

four left

nostalgia awaits

its presence prolonged

sitting outside the broken door

smeared with black shoe stains

the portal to a room of jaded air

when leaves dip from lush green

crusting to a bittersweet copper

falling upon a different place

the girls come home

stone faces melt to smooth magma

velvet bodies whirl beneath the covers

different year

magic rules stay in place

mentalities that clash at noon

seamlessly converge as the sun sinks lower

one gone

four left