flaneusepoetique:

Agave

You look at me as if you intend

to display me on your wall

somewhere nearby the skulls

but away from the cluttered bookcases

Or perhaps, on the inexplicable dresser

in your supposedly temporary bedroom

beside your religious idols

to catch the sunlight from the window

The empty room with the bed is

less used, less loved by far

than the mattress on the floor

next to the books and your empty desk

No person’s image should infiltrate

the safety and solitude

of that place of work and, eventually,

sleep, when it catches you

Though I admit that the look and even

the smell of this place

begs me to stay and

become one with the furniture

A human sculpture

made for the perching

of a cat