As Early as I Can

Standing in front of the closet, their twin beds shaggy
as two dogs. Dark wood and dark shoes. Working 
 
on abundance. They’ve assembled this room from air, 
each piece conceived and floated down, hooks
 
for the things to come. The silence of the room allowing 
everything to be. The walls are papered with cash. Real 
 
life is ground and cooked in the kitchen, applying the heat 
and the knife. But back here is another system, the closet 
 
like a cave in the woods. The ironed lines of a shirt, some 
blue lace hiding. They take off their shoes in their own
 
particular dance. Twinkle lights not yet on. His glasses 
set down. Her hair still a beacon. Before they commence 
 
their starched rest, a breeze out of the closet. Birds.

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