Oya

my body belongs to you no more
it's moved away
after last night's fight

don't look for its current whereabouts
even if you found it, it won't let you
in

it'll pretend it is not at home
it'll turn silent if you ring the bell
or call the police if you turn persistent

so what if it used to yield
to your will

its resolution
is suddenly vital

it has taken things
in its own hands
it has fixed the fence, rearranged
the rooms to gain a new look
and renewed a licence
for living a life
of its own

slowly
it'll learn
to recognize
its drives

it might take a course
in re-collecting
its forgotten parts

it'll go to places and do things
to its liking

it'll meet people

it might take pleasure
in talking to strangers

if things go fine
it may take a flatmate
the following spring

presently
it will lock the door
and put the key
under the pillow

it needs some sleep
and maybe some dreaming

without your needs
to be met
it's got the entire time
in the universe

the bed has grown
in size
overnight

the body doesn't know
what to do
with so much space
available

it'll find out