Things With Boundaries
The things in her room all had boundaries.
The pictures were all framed, the woodwork
painted a firm brown that contradicted boldly
the light cream of the rest of the room.
She made sure the cushions were a dull white,
so that that frame of the bed could stand out.
Even the edges of the wardrobe seemed more
angular than normal.
It was as though a child had been scolded into colouring
strictly between the lines and nowhere beyond.