© 2011 Alexandra Pasian

 

At Home

At home, you are framed by the window. Autumn comes.
The sunlight making awkward circles through the leaves.

Birds fly off, carried by the sound of a piano. A finger
wrapped around one strand of hair

at the back of my neck. Parts of you come into focus:
first an eye, then mouth. An unmade bed.

Above it, the photographs have shifted; their angles
no longer reflect the floor.