Pretty Corners Catch the Eye
there was no way to tell
before
just how
hard a floor could be
no reason to know
the hours one could zoom
through days
dazed, cross legged
seated posing
laptops on laps
tablets on tummies
work life balance
charging souls
previewing self
on mute
(unmute)
finding all the pretty corners
wanderlust in dusty corners
trying to seduce
nature onto shiny
plastic trees
editing myself
for myself
curating tiny boxes
for tiny boxes
moveable backstories involving art
or if they don’t they will
a teak lamp
an old typewriter
anything whimsical, whiskery
(Oh, the cats)
dressing to catch the eye and say
i’m happy here
i’m just fine
my minutiae tells you so