I loathe the four corners of this empty room
She fills them with things:
things from thrift shops and flea markets.
From the molding around the ceiling
to a few inches before the floor
the walls are covered.
Full of things we'd never need.
She spends whole days at the store
searching for another small idol to sit on the shelf.
She clutters the walls
to hide the emptiness of a house
which love has left.