The Grey House next door.
Iron.
My sheets, on which I lay,
are Grey as the outside
world time three.
Iron.
The Grey-sounding Cars pass in
The Grey street below.
Iron.
The Grey Cat at my side makes
not but a cry, blending into
the sheets at my side.
Iron.
Grey Rain, Grey House, Grey Cars,
Grey Street, Grey Sheets, Grey Cat,
Grey Print. Chrome nail polish on my fingers and toes!
Iron.
Grey turns to black as I sit here alone.
