#poetry #poem #amwriting home.2


it's that moment when you shut the door
wrapping the keyring round your finger
- the smell of last night's minced beef lingers

in the air hangs the dust disturbed
that you shifted this morning with the hoover
and you swing into the lounge with a manouvre

practiced a thousand times - occasionally
heads will turn from tv or video game
but it's always roughly the same

'what did you buy me' 'he hit me'
'he will not share' - fair is fair -
it's your job to make things square

when you've had a cup of tea -
and exchanged kisses with the spouse
or partner of your house -

The Blue Book