The Schedule

Most of my best friends cannot represent me

At my wedding. They’ve moved on

To France, Korea and Turkey

I’ve just moved back home

Where nothing I imagined would

Survive the fire did

not my grandmothers paintings

not my puppy’s pawprints

But where I scrub each 18th century ledge

Until I’m quite crazy, install a spice rack

Paint collages, hang them

Turn away from my lover

Towards him, back again

All in all, this is a place

Where we water the orchid

On Thursdays.

On Wednesdays,

My dog has obediance classes

And on Mondays, I spare an hour

To repent

Oh god, I’m so sorry

I dont know if I strayed

Or if I didn’t

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