Overtones

Someone else is sleeping in my bed
Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me
Holding to a pair of scissors
Cuts her house down
A piece of the curtain she sews to her bra
In a piece of the bathtub she bathes her rot
Someone like me
Limp swans in the hallway
The marble has been sniffed
Corners of heating, the smell in the fridge
The fungus in between the tiles
Wisteria spits
No kiwis but figs are inside her jar
She cuts it all up
She's trimming the edges
To make it all round
Round, round, cut
Someone like me
No way to catch her
She's too nearby
Deconstructor of the past
That was built or was not
Projects her anyway
Cookie crumbs
Someone like me
Chopping leftovers
Pretending that a meal
Means topic in the pod
Group, initiative, mob
Mainstream but hungry, feed me
She cuts it all up
She's trimming the edges
To make it all perfect
Perfect, cut
Someone like me
Has slammed my old front door
She won't, she won't, won't be back
As if a reversed juggler
Unending things propel her through the air
Grabbing the kitchen rug hunger
Half a key
Teeth like stinging bees
Spitting out cat peels
Preaching labels of yogi tea
Black hands instead of ears
Is she real?
She might look like my old house
But she feels as deserted
Deserted as me
She cuts it all up
She trimmed all the edges
To keep them forever and ever
Forever and ever
Forever and ever
Forever and ever
Forever and ever
Forever and ever
Forever and cut