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Anja Hemesath, "fill my room with lovely things" [Poem]
old memories—fill the—new to me edges
furniture people memories
objects once present—replaced after a blink
walls not blank—decorated scrapes muffling
shuffled animalistic sounds pictures
cover the scratches peel back the first layer to
reveal frosted lines
preserved underneath in amber
the broken window lock waits patiently hopefully no Outsiders
think to test its abilities—a slap in the faces
of three women living unarmed without the futile protection
of a properly locking window
we lay out—a welcome mat
inviting those unwanted to join us
hiding in the corner rests—an uncomfortable chair
picked up for cheap
in it sits an old woman.
the black cat circles her crossed ankles—
turning his head he winks