Room 122
The chipped-paint floors echoed laughter,
like raindrops atop a sheet-metal awning.
Misuse and abandonment all neatly wrapped in a tinsel bow.
Sets of curtains layered upon one another,
true to the resounding falsehoods in each conversation.
Black and battered, red and ramshackle.
An oak-lacquer table just the same height as stagecraft castles,
Much akin to the kind they pretended were there.
Knowing that neglected, dust-ridden corners have been there longer.
The pretense of bustling drama,
of a theatre unaware that it is in constant performance.
Decisive, but all too invisible to the unfamiliar eye.
The mysticism of faked warmth,
of the sing-song-singing of friend and family.
The kind that tricks you into longing for that black-out curtain quiet.
There was nothing special about each unique inch,
each painfully memorable inch of green wall and cluttered shelf.
Asking to remember even just the couch,
or sink,
or stage,
or.
Or.
YOU ARE READING
Heuristic
PoetryA poetry collection. heu·ris·tic /hyo͞oˈristik/ adjective enabling a person to discover or learn something for themselves. "a "hands-on" or interactive heuristic approach to learning" noun a heuristic process or method.
