People Who Tame Animals That Can't Be Tamed

The overhead light funneled
into a single drinking straw.
Rearrange the furniture
as if they were planets,
taking a seat accordingly.
Forget about cooking, besides
there aren't any pans.
No foreseeable cupboards.
The phone cooing palms up
from its cradle,
"Hello? Are you there?
My ringer is broken,
but I wanted to call
so badly."
And the mammoth in the hallway
is always in the way.
Before bed he dog-ears your pages.
In the middle of the night
he hands you a tissue,
down to the last ghostly sheet.