• Carly Feinman

Day 24- 10.10.20

It started with one

It happened one afternoon last autumn

just as the figs were beginning to turn purple.

I came home from the office to find

the sleek, ivory blind

lying dead atop a pile of clean clothes.

It was the first to fall. Today, six careless blinds

make it a daily habit to loosen and drop down. They often do it while I’m away,

though on occasion one just

can’t help itself and it falls dramatically

while I’m there on the bed

as if to say “boo.”

Maybe next year all 22 blinds will be fallen

and I’ll be forced to just make peace

with living in the open.

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