I have never told you -
Every single day I woke up at six
And fed your corporate appetite with my
Bruising boils,
I wanted to sleep in with the feather pillow
Cropping the bed from your side.


I have kept it to just me

That I always wanted to stop you

When you let go of the older china

And let your mother get lost.

In stead, I held you through the tacit bitter fights.

I did.

While all I was doing is, pinching you hard.


Every dust that is on the the couches and shams,

I owe them all to your nibbles

That ate away little parts of me

And dropped chewy shreds

Into corners I can never reach. Or dare try to.

So I mangled everything in a hairy blob

And pretended to throw out in the tepid night.



The window - how many days have passed

Since you've opened a window?

Serendipity - I must say

Was my loner's choice

I threw it out too,

As I filled my skull with firefliesAnd let the fire die.