Miscellaneous Poems From a Miscellaneous Person

Cures for Rooms

I was in the corner of my room
The walls weren't there
Just shadows forming shape
You liked me, didn't you?
But you had been in this room too
In this room of shadow walls
We can only think of halls
And the doors at the end
And why we can't find the keys
The keys our in our bodies somewhere
In our stomachs
We become bulimic
our lips puff up
Nothing
we cry into the toilet bowl
As everything is flushed away
Im sitting in the corner of the room
You're there
Neither of us knew this
Your hand emerges from the veil
You hand me a drawing
A plague doctor
A failed healer
And I draw that plague doctor
I look at your hand and trace into refinery
The plague doctor has a reflection in his glasses
The sky is passing
The doctor is proud of something
He found the cure
You look at me with an uncontrollable fantasy
I smile
Let's find the keys together