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Interior Decorator
I walk into our rooms
of fresh paint and good intentions.
Everything is taupe
or sand or cocoa.
We are beginning to disappear.
The cats know where we sleep;
they wait on the bed like cats do.
We've been here so long
I've become another woman;
the small of my back goes
untouched.
I hold a fan of paint chips
and feel the small wind.
One day when you aren't looking
I'll splash hot pink on the walls;
steal away with my beige suitcase
and underclothes.
~Teresa White
Widely published online and in print, Teresa's first book of verse In What
Furnace? by Two Steps Publishing is now available. Email.
© 1999 by Teresa White. All Rights Reserved.
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