I duct-tape a border down the middle
Of every room—my side, your side—
So I won’t be able to watch the clock
And you won’t be able to see the mirror
While you dress each morning, and I’ll
Have to lean across the plants to tell you
What shoes you’re wearing with what hat.
It’s a good system. If your toes wander
Onto my side of the bed, I’ll keep them
And raise them as my own, and one day
You’ll come home early and you’ll catch me
With your half of the milk. This is all
In the future. Goddamn, you’ll say,
We should have tried this years ago.
by Josh Bell
from no planets strike
April is Poetry Month. We’re celebrating here with a poem a day, by giving out poems like candy when you visit us, and discounting all poetry books by 10%. Because reading poetry is a fairly acceptable form of social deviance. And we’re all about that.