In the room stands an empty bed frame
and empty book shelves
built into the walls painted blue

In the room stands a bare matress and box spring
the same bed frame and shelves, though the arrangement is
reflected and the bookshelves are full
before the walls painted red

Outside I sit in the passenger side of a beaten
and tired brown sedan
Talking to someone about a serial killer

My true north lies in the blue room
comforting, south pole
but it seems I keep finding myself walking on
red carpet