used to have wallpaper with

racing cars and a lampshade

a fringe on the bottom

 

 

mattress on the floor of

a child’s bedroom

and a grown up, forgotten

 

 

plans lost in the fog and

scabs like red jewels

teeth black and rotten

 

 

voices on the radio

music in another room

yellow sheets sodden

 

 

stain on the barrel and  

drops of brown rust on the

white ball of cotton