We Are More Than That Pile Of Laundry

we are more than that pile of laundry

 

we are more than that pile of laundry

we never talk about

and we are better than

 

re-runs of old sitcoms

about un-layable cousins

sharing fart jokes

 

while pretending

to sift through a large gash

of make believe mail

 

I’ve got my black suit on

it used to go with your pretty

pencil box and loose ends

 

now it doesn’t go with shit

 

thus begins a new era

of post-mortem innocence

 

can’t we make up again?

the kind of making up

that involves genitals?

 

because darling,

 

we are more than these things

that you no longer love about me

 

we are more than these things

that I will always still love

about you

 

 

 

(from my book Avenge me. Baobob Tree Press)