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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 a.k.a "campmobile"
the rv I sold
the fishing boat
where I spent
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 gone
and she doesn't like it
when I'm away
says she feels safer
when I'm here
young introvert
who tends bar
plays games
and burns lights 24/7
that's okay
(she pays for it)
yeah, the pounding,
grinding and drilling ...
they're almost through
I'll be soon
washing my own dishes
and missing her kitty
Copyright ©
Steven Young
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