Listed in the inventory as
“Gold and peach silk velour
purchased 1983.”
No mention that the pattern
fuzzily matches the bedside lamps —
florals and putti around a cartouche —
or that it drapes an uncelebrated comfort
over shoulders raised up to glean
late-night inspirations
as did its however-many-greats ancestor,
(handspun of wool and linen
woad-dyed a rich, calming blue)
when you woke, moved by love and rage
to satirize your friends and
your luck and your thirst.
