The Curious Eye

The cat vomited again.
In the sheets.
Can’t seem to keep the pictures straight and the 

dust is settling in the creases of the headboard.
Books askew, muffled lighting and shiny shoes. 

Where have those marshmallow peeps gone? 
The bed is bleeding out;  dirty
underwear and clotted clothes.
Is Lily still alive? 
Bag of bones and beaded vest.
We shouldn’t talk like that
where she can hear.