unaware

splayed out on the bed naked
back turned
what the hell are you doing?
there are people here!
they are coloring in boxes with orange crayons
and freaking out over photos of lemurs
and dropping hints that they are imperfect
parents are glaring and sharing their home with partiers
and you are still on the bed naked
the backpacks are open and spilling clothing on the floor
and I am turning around and the past is asking me to remember
travels and failed connections
friendly photographs are fading
perfume soaks the air
and you lay there
you just lay there