© 2011 Alexandra
At home, you are framed by
the window. Autumn comes.
The sunlight making awkward circles through the leaves.
Birds fly off, carried by the sound of a piano. A
wrapped around one strand of hair
at the back of my neck. Parts of you come into focus:
first an eye, then mouth. An unmade bed.
Above it, the photographs have shifted; their
no longer reflect the floor.