Nude

A pile of shed
garments on
the hardwood floor
rising in layers
of ever thinner
firmament,
from denim
to lightest cotton
to breathless silk &
a trickle
of sunlight spilling
through a crack
in the curtains.
While the prim
unwrinkled bed,
the generic night-
stand pinned
under a thick
phone book
& the blank TV
atop a chest
of drawers
all resist engagement:
nothing to capture
the enchanted gaze
or even the bemused
appraisal. No stage
hand could stand
such inattention
to properties,
such utter abandon
as this room’s
lone occupant
displays.

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