couch around alone, and around around
spin on wine-stained axis, myself a pivot, super-strong
I have a mirror so high it shows the top of my head, and love is about
not changing that, or wanting to
so high the couch now, reaching to the mirror, afloat above the table,
chairs, somehow, absent, zippy little things
this is what it means to be one person in a big room
one person in the big room, to let go of the others
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