The Naked Room

The Naked Room
After an Edward Hopper painting

The morning sun's light enters the room
Without obstruction
And thrusts itself against a
Beige wall
That yearns to be cleaned.

It finds a barren white bed,
Upon which no sheets are laid.
There is only a pillow at one end,
And on the other sits
A woman
In a revealing pink nightgown.

She cradles her unsheathed legs
And stares through squinting blue eyes,
As closed off to the walls around her
As her knotted hair to the wind.

She contemplates an apartment building
Somewhere on the other side
Of the bare glass.
She wears her thoughts upon her face,
Which begins to turn to granite.

The light wraps itself around her,
Attempting to be the blanket
The bed could not provide.

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