In a transformer
world, carpet
tiles are never new
even when they are—
melted thumb
tacks or dog
collars in a former
life. If I could memorize
a color, I wouldn’t need
a sample room
tucked inside
a satchel. If I could match
that patent
leather red with a ceiling
that used to be
a row
of chairs, I wouldn’t want
to reminisce
about those lacquer days.
