her life
was bordered by a velvet
rope.
you could look in,
stand at the edge
of her grand room
and see
the chandelier,
the long sofa, the side
chair,
a mirror, a vase of fresh
flowers, a table with
eight chairs.
the thick carpet
and oil paintings
centered and lit.
but you were never getting
in, never going past
her velvet rope to know
how she really lived.
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