Stained Glass Interior Pages
Knots
Each day in a city is filled
with tasks to decode. How to get
to class, how to find a book, where
to buy a flowerpot or container for
silverware. Where should I place
the dining table? Or what color
should the new couch for the living room
be? Red, like poppies or roses?
Blue, to match the chair? Or beige,
always safe if not bland.
By week’s end, I am secured to life
once again. Tied in place, bound
by routine. Exhausted.