The room itself?
There never was much light in there
So when I tell you what happened
I hope you’ll cut me some slack
But as I stood in this room today
That I had known so well for my entire life
That chair in the corner
The bed against the far wall
How many times did I collapse on both?
A heaping pile of angst
Or bellowing laughter contagious like dust
Never once noticing until today
This furniture
Their forms
How they resembled…
No, not just resembled
They were made out of…
People
And the worst of it?
The moment I realize
That I had used them as furniture
Without ever seeing the fullness
Of their lives
Of their very being
At that very moment
They were free
OK wait, that’s not the worst part
Their freedom itself was the good part
The worst part is that
After all they’d been through
They wouldn’t even look me in the eye
They just stood up
Threw off the sheets and covers
That had concealed them until today
(Albeit poorly, I see that now-
The chair had a head and shoulders
The bed lumpy with knees and elbows
I know I can be rather dense, but…
Good grief…)
And so without even a word
They walked out the door
Leaving the room empty and strange
Like a song with no words
And oh, how I wished to know them
Now that I could finally see them
But I guess they already knew me
More than well enough
So…
I think it was I
That became human today
And that’s pretty great
But I’m not gonna lie
It’s kinda weird now
Sleeping on the floor
