#2,681 Famulus

My shutters are angled now
by that person who tilted &
knew how I like my daylight
filtered as I sip my hot tea in
bed [a regular chap] as time
accelerates against stillness
& solitude [I do not wish her
gone so often] – My famulus
will propose which clothes –
he will wipe me down in my
shower & dry my skin after –
then I’ll dress in that he put
across my bed – A blackbird
stutters its tune – this day is
another one of other’s song
& sortilege – I’ll travel with a
soft book & a phone charger
alone up to other’s laughter
& hoped-for incantations by
[murmured] enchantments