We pretend we miss each other
Calling ourselves pet names
Over the phone
Two parrots in a cage
Too small
For their lustrous feathers.
We’re good at that
As we’re good at making amends
After sunset
And walking in uncomfortable
Silence
And sweeping the ashes
In the morning.
A semi chord of two
Cacophonic voices
Sometimes three
We share the same molecules of air
Split and disperse
Same manic Mondays, ruby Tuesdays
And the occasional sunny Friday
Same will-o'-the-wisp happiness
That does not tickle our toes
Same pre-programmed polite pragmatism of
Would-yous and Could-yous
Same stains of ink
Same dishes in the sink.
We labeled life, love
And such sine qua non-sense
As dispensable and pickled them…
There can never be too many jars of canoodle in the pantry.
We have trained the chipmunks
Of insanity
Just in case we die of boredom.
And that greasy chip on the shoulder
Should have been eaten a long time ago
Just in case someone slips on it and breaks his neck.
Or hers.
We kiss and cuddle
And wave charmingly to one another in
Bus stations
It’s nice to be nice
To be nice
To be nice
To be nice
To be NICE goddamit!!!
(Kirkwall, Orkney Islands, Velika Britanija, 2009)
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