Fool me twice

I can't get warm. The house hums and groans but no heat runs through her walls, nor the floorboreds, not my toes, or my arms.

The christmas lights look happy, all turning to my direction- blinding me with some word that I can't think of right now.

The small, squibbled red line appears in every sentence- fix it, fix it. But ignorance is what I wear today.

No heat in ignorance.

so the song makes more sense now
"it takes a fool, who plays it cool by making his world a little colder."

I remember dancing around the big blue room, I was in high school and my small 14 year old mind single handedly (do minds have hands?)(with a little help from my- family) rediscovered the Beatles.

I moved my feet, over all the broken sunglasses in the carpet, all the paint samples and half used tape, the magazines, the sample spoons, the ticket stubs, my fortunes.

I knew he would make me rip them down.

For what?
I pulled out a marker and wrote the hey jude line on the small mirror hanging outside the bathroom.

Why was there a mirror there?
So that I could think twice, glance twice.
Once before I entered the commode
and once inside.

But what was in there anyhow?

The room is green now.
New.

All of the things that hung holding the walls
in seven black
bleak
boring
bags

all those personal things

thrown away
given to a stranger
in a strange huge truck
who took them to a strange
sad
place.

This only means something if you've seen it.

If you looked once on me
and twice
on the inside.

Then you understand what I'm saying.

But if you don't
then you can stand up
walk to the hall or bathroom or wherever you have a mirror
face it,
turn around
and face it again.

See what it says.