Rent by Jane Cooper
If you want my apartment, sleep in it but let's have a clear understanding: the books are still free agents.
If the rocking chair's arms surround you they can also let you go, they can shape the air like a body.
I don't want your rent, I want a radiance of attention like the candle's flame when we eat,
I mean a kind of awe attending the spaces between us— Not a roof but a field of stars.











