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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
jacked it up
and poured 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
now I need smaller spaces
to snuggle up into
like my suv
the rv I sold
the fishing boat
I spent Alaskan summers on
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 doesn't get
washed that often
(or it's when I'm gone)
as for me, I sneak into
our common kitchen
say hi, use the microwave
or pet her kitty
but I'm mostly away
and 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
Copyright ©
Steven Young
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