“Everyone’s already here,” Gary said
as he led me through the house.
I was too busy looking at everything
to wonder who was included in
Every door in Gary’s house
was open, so I caught quick flashes
of things inside the rooms.
An old-fashioned sewing machine.
Three fat cats curled together
on a ragged rug.
The bathroom shower curtain
has a sea turtle design.
An unmade bed, the floor
strewn with papers upon papers.
It was like I was just ushered past
my own room.
Gary finally led me to a door
at the end of the hall—