Interior Design

Selena Cotte

 

I struggle to draw a map of the territory. For years, I’ve been claiming poor spatial intelligence, some inner lack of calibration and I bump into corners, spill water everywhere. Nothing’s been moved but you could have fooled me. I’m bad at video games, too. I do my best to overcome this. It ain’t easy,  pointing outward, asking has that always been there? Do the days always move this fast? // Unobservant, he calls me, but when there’s all this water and only so much sponge I had to learn to shut it out. I was starting to believe the voices on the train were my own, the couch an extension of me. Please, be patient. The room won’t orient. I’ve visualized a loading screen. What rulebook did you use for this kind of thing?

 
 

Selena Cotte is a poet, journalist, and shapeshifter living in Chicago by way of Orlando. Her poems are published or forthcoming in journals such as HAD, Landfill, Ghost City Review, and others. She can be found online @selenacotte, wherever you think that may work.