“Hello Dear Visitor,” “Puddles Caressing My Skin” and “We’re Just Cordial Friends”
I deserted a place labeled as a home,
with outlets popping out from their cables,
an oven that I needed to light manually,
and a floral couch that creaked no matter the weight put onto it.
I still have that picture of you resting softly,
sinking into the cushions,
with a long tear at the top