WE'RE ALREADY THERE Comments

It's really something: a builder who wants to keep building,
an architect who draws lines. Entire lives shoot back
and forth over drawing boards and always there's
a troublesome space, a brick like this or that.

They imagine us in advance too of course: while they sleep
we're already living in their rooms, papering their walls,
haunting streets - some of us preferring our
trees fully grown - of course they
never imagine us like we are.

In their eyes we often have other names,
patterns of movement, healthy habits,
we appreciate the light, we never buy
floral curtains or small porcelain
figurines to put on
the windowsill.

It's only when everything is complete that we become estranged
and look, the sun rotates around us perfectly,
we make our own beds
and sleep in them

and wake up here at home: when we
go to make breakfast in the morning
a completely perfect stove grows
under the egg we break.
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