Square Inches

She stared at the new tile
So that it became the center
Of the floor and wall,
The one square every other square
Erupted from, like checker-board ripples

And then another way, just a shift of the
Eyes and it became lost
Despite its previous preeminence, like a figure
In a poorly framed photo, swallowed
By buildings like shoppers

She contemplated the new tile
Until she fell asleep, thinking how
Odd it felt to be the center of a universe,
Even her own, and how odd it was that eyes,
At a certain point, have to make things up

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