its check-in time

a room for space
an empty room
gnarling in the knotted noon of things
tripping up the stair, the carpet faded

Adam by Adam use your key and sense
the bit you wore to check you in
all yours

the room is dark
you will have to feel
for the switch
(where there isn’t one)

and you won’t check out again
till something not recoverable
atom by atom occurs here

the bellman, a Manx cat with Cheshire smile
entered when you did
and left invisibly