Thursday, July 18, 2019

Living Together



by which was meant
they slept in one bed,
shared a bank account,
placed possessions in the apartment just so
according to the rules of trade of horses,
at times with delicate, or other times hot,
negotiations,
including over the canary.

One partner sneezed each time
he passed within a metre of the cage;
the other found it irksome
to keep the bird on the balcony,
favouring daily intimacy –
he was not deaf
and he’d forsaken allergies
at the age of five.



Within a month one tripped,
broke a hip, the other struggled to lift,
stroked, both then trucked
to the local emergency. 
They survived
but I can’t tell you
how the canary died.

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