Once you lock the door
It’s your space to do whatever
But you don’t want to
Move around too much
If it gets cold and
You keep it cool
Because the alternative is unpleasant
in a small room
Shared by countless other ghosts
Who’ve passed through this space
Slept in this bed
Showered in this tub
Looked in this mirror
And the bed covers are supplemented
By tomorrow's clothing
and felt blankets from the car
Providing a refuge
An island or a raft
From which to seek
The horizon
-NMc