Living Together

We have been wandering


at a distance


for weeks.

And the clouds are tired

of being clouds.


They turn their backs

and lump in layers the colour

of dirty mop water


but never rain,

only the feeling

of needing to sneeze.


Toothbrushes fall

on the bathroom floor,

there is no space


in the fridge

but there is space

on the outside of it:


Total Amount Due

(If paid after due date)



Moths cling

to the electric light

above the table.


Some go dry

and stiff and die

but stay stuck there,


one for every hole

of quiet we no longer

seem to fill.


I try

my best

in your room:


sometimes leaving notes or poems,

sometimes leaving the washing unfolded,

sometimes leaving at 8.15am.