no room

I have no room
for another bag, another box,
or dish,
or fork, or spoon.
the drawers are full of clothes.
the closet floor
is littered with shoes,
some new,
most old.
I have no room on the walls
to hang
another picture,
another clock, another mirror.
the house is full.
i'm done with adornment.
it's just within
that needs filling, needs love,
true love
again.