‘Female Love and the Ease of Platonic Cohabitation’
Photography David Jorre
We talk each day,
More often than that in fact,
I would say we talk constantly for at least 15 hours.
Just the three of us,
With a sheet tied loosely from the blind hook on the window pane,
And its other end tucked into the door of the wardrobe
So it drapes over our crooked necks,
And our heads are bowed to the floor in discomfort.
The lamp above the sheet is casting our bodies on the wall,
And that triad, those three animated outlines,
Are what I will later describe as the image of home.
We are the home within the house.
