Exterior decorator.

He treated you like an under side
with ground in filth and hanging strands
of dried things planted there to veil their
dreadful sight.
But you were shy of this design;
kept in the darkened places he created
out of ordinary interiors, and adorned with
piecemeal furniture that he had grouped
to suit his purpose.
Being aware of your surroundings but not
informed of their condition or the pain of angles
squeezed into planes unused to them, and bolted
to restrict return;
Twisted into other shapes’ existence to confirm
the full unnatural ambit of his state of urgency,
and especially for you to feel less comfort than
accustomed to.
Shadowed but not so much so as to distort
completely all the lines of walls and doors;
all inclines without concealing their distress;
all the softness of the bedding whilst inuring
him below and the tip of your appointment
without fully understanding what was going
on beneath.