if I could find a place that delivers food to my bedroom
I would live there. and slip my grateful cash beneath the door
every inch of my bed
would be designated as accommodation for me and the cats
comfortable chair
potable water,
a soaking tub
why have I not thought of all this sooner?
novels and memoirs delivered on demand
conversations happen by text or phone
but not too much phone, please
for there shall be no spoil
to this peaceable realm
visitors, (little demons) may leave messages on squares of paper
sent through a scrim
of winter light below
please and thank you’s accompany
essential communication
overnight stays are
out of the question
~~~
I have gone away
you know it won’t be forever
I’ve left for a land stumbled upon perchance
this hut on the tundra
my Narnia