sharing

pounding grinding drilling sawdust plumbing scraps empty boxes strewn from bedroom to bathroom and everywhere in between ... a miner's shanty once propped up on timbers with no firm foundation ... that's okay jack it up pour a footer it has one now reroofed, rewired, re-plumbed remodeled renovated and added onto more than once it was never big enough when it wasn't just me to love now I need smaller spaces to snuggle up into like my suv the rv I sold the fishing boat those Alaskan summers yeah... so... split it in two her half is big light and airy my half is minimal dark and quaint her art, her birds, her cat, and her dog fill her space my space I don't like sharing thus the divider and kitchen I'm building I'm also fencing her dog out of my backyard the laundry's all we'll share stylish as she is her vintage isn't washed that often (or it's when I'm gone) as for me, I sneak into our common kitchen say hi, use the microwave and pet her kitty but I'm mostly away though she says she likes it better when I'm here she feels safer a young introvert who tends bar and plays Minecraft she burns lights 24/7 that's okay (she pays for it) yeah, the pounding, grinding and drilling ... are almost through I'll soon be doing my own dishes and missing her kitty