(housework)

After hours
of house work
I drink from
the water bottle
like a man.
A thirst that
won’t be quenched.
Work that brought
an aching back
but not a house
that could quite
pass.
A clean spot
here & there
the stove
the coffee table,
inside the tv
cupboard
where no one
looks.

She said why
am I cleaning
the toilets
no one will
see but me.
But wouldn’t you
I asked
question why you
did not had
that been your
choice.
A pitt way.
Self-critical
at every pass.
I have given
it up, sworn
that shooting up
would do less
harm.
And now have
hours & days
quite free.
It may not
be perfect,
I say, but
it’s good
enough.
New territory
I am colonizing. Distant lands,
I have only
heard of
’til now.
Land ho –
here I go.

9/7/99