Shut-Ins

wrapped in mema's quilt running 
fingers across straight hard edge of 
marble from kitchen to couch, from couch 
to Christmas lifting with your knees your
years and depositing gingerly inside square bed

it’s still light, people are out playing people games, with dogs and trees and traffic lights, galore!
but we are here, you and
i, pointing at the browning fruit on the 
nightstand, and howling like we have
it all figured out.