A tale I wrote
We tip gravy granules into water
(or the other way round depending on
who makes it). We wipe tea rings
off white countertops without thinking.
There's a way to turn the tap on
that only we know. Don't stand
on that bit of floorboard
at this time of night, we say
on the rare occasion
people come over. Do you remember
the time we had one song
on repeat for seven hours
but didn't realise until the next day?
I don't complain about my back
anymore, but it's easier to say
I'm not doing too well these days
before writing a note
to trim the top of the living room door
on Saturday or Sunday next weekend.