"Finally locked into blame, we paced that short hall, heaving words like furniture." - Cleopatra Mathis
This simile is comparing words thrown out in the heat of an argument to furniture being heaved. Just as furniture is heavy and bothersome to move (trust me, my mom is obsessed with rearranging), the words the fighting couple says to each other are sometimes tough to say. I think this couple tries to work things out, but they are just not meant to be. They have "matching eyes and hair" which I believe means that they are far too similar to have a working marriage. I pictured this couple as one that is blissfully in love for the beginning of the relationship, but then it takes a drastic turn where fighting seems constant. The poem starts off talking about getting out of the house during a fight, but it ends with getting out of the relationship. Although their breakup seemed messy and angry, I think the couple tries to regain some semblance of a friendship. The woman speaking still has feelings for the man since she's "startled by men who look like [him]". This poem was very realistic of so many relationships today when they couple is in love until things get tough, then they realize that friendship is much easier.
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