The room is entirely one color.
The clock on the wall, needing to be wound, is,
and the stray feather from the mattress tangled in the sheets is.
The rhinoceros and its pond in the cockeyed hanging painting is.
The forgotten hat on the hook is.
The spilled water glass and the book raised to the bedside are,
As well as the dainty dress and shoes on the floor.
The ruffled bed is.
The pair of gloves thrown to the corner is.
Chairman Mao, overlooking the scene but averting his eyes, is.
And the room's pigment bleeds into the distant sky
through the window.
through the window.
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