The Interior Decorator
His powers of Feng Shui
are the stuff of legend.
It was he who first spoke up
about that upholstery
in my heart; so tacky
and hideous in green shag.
And oh, the wonders he worked
in my duodenum:
some throw pillows in the corner,
an overstuffed chair, and
on the coffee table a
tasteful floral arrangement.
He lives in my pancreas,
my interior decorator.
The tiny, baby blue scarf
around his neck compliments
his grey penny loafers,
brightens his pinprick blue eyes.