House of the Tomato

If a woman wants to be a poet, she must dwell in the house of the tomato. -- Erica Jong

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Interior Design

Interior Design

Before she leaves for college
our daughter rearranges
her room, a signal
that things are changing.
The wonder of white furniture,
what she might learn
from the shift of a bureau,
slide of a desk.
Her bed is a nest
of blankets, pillows, and quilts,
even her receiving ones
buried somewhere deeper.
She leaves the shell
of a stereo, castoff clothes, candles,
an empty lighthouse
abandoned on its pebbled beach.
We consider our own rearrangements,
the tables and chairs, beds and curios.
Seesaw of acquire, heave-ho.
Trace of colors in the corners
of all the walls of every vessel,
imbuing the ever-changing circumstances
of joy, frustration, sadness.
The yellow years. The blue.
Who we moved in, who moved out.
These furnishings,
objects we navigate around
like thoughts, aspirations.
We watch our daughter
sift her possessions,
making room for different.

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