Residence

Hi. Welcome
to my home
where a cat
imprints on
the leather
ottoman
her own sui
generis 
signature
scratched beside
my penciled
version of
that lucky,
auspicious
Tree of Life;
a turtle
paints green trails
of himself
on the smooth
white-tiled floor;
how the dank
toilet room
has passed days
untidy,
molds forming
strange colors
where water
used to drench;
and up there, 
the bedroom’s
grayed ceiling,
a spider
weaves a thin
prismatic
most fragile
expression
of herself.

There’s not much
space to run
and let dreams
wildly fly
and the paint
on the walls
have all gone
brittle with
traitor time.
But please do
come in. Please,
I insist.
I have chairs,
some corners,
dainty cups
for coffee
or hot tea,
a window 
with a view
of city
and a mind
that’s brimming
with stories,
poesies,
heresies.