my way around the house,
each corner,
each wall,
the doors and windows,
chairs,
the long
couch.
i know
where the coffee table
is,
the bed,
the dresser, lamps.
in the dead of night
i can feel
my way around without
any danger
of falling down,
and so it is
with you now, my
hand upon
your shoulder.

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