the proposal

can you measure the furniture,

lay out ruru, a big bashful bunny—

move the studying desk over here,

and the pc next to the window?

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he blends well into the couch, you see,

that i hand-picked for you, first,

then ruru, then myself, in this order.

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can you carve out a portion of my heart

to leave it with you at all times,

not minding my space, not minding

the desire for me to be present.

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most of the times i am farther away —

a foreign town, or somewhere in a cubicle,

sometimes in my own head,

at various points, but never at home.

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i am schizophrenic in that sense, homeless

most of the time, wishing for something

i need to create, with the material i have.

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i have many, and need to start using them,

laying out the furniture, pushing the carpet into place,

then, the great instrument to the heart: my love.

the spark of the house, will you let me live here,

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a place i set up, a place to call our home,

so i can finally give the homeless guy

some safe space he can fall back on?

there is so much space left and occupied that my home needs space for, as i wish to replace this material with home