In this room
the carpet is red.
An unintended red.
Almost the color of tea.
The sofa
is blue.
Brilliant.
Eye-stinging.
Blue.
A solid tuft
beneath the big black mound
of a watching cat.
A blind and muted cat,
unaffected
by the licorice smell
of the car circling the drive.
The drive
around another house
(a house)
that remains
unaddressed.
Face down in the red,
eyes open,
I listen and blink
as the door
clicks
unquietly
closed.
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