We live in a ground floor flat
of 34 m2 in Weidling
facing a courtyard with gravel
split stone that holds the dust.
Besides this Saturday when B
is out
it’s my turn of cleaning the
flat’s floor
from all the dirt caused by
neighbour’s cars and visitors
a conundrum of traffic
on top of the black mechanic
doing work on the side.
But who cares?
One dwelling party pushes
responsibilities and duties
to the other.
There needs to be a strategy
dealing with this.
I’m thinking about it.
Funds are needed.
So I save up.
Meanwhile B complains
about her own issues of
being an equal partner.
Unfortunately with her
present mindset it looks
to her so much different
as to when I had to take
decisions on my own
for both our benefits
she does not acknowledge
at all.
zoltanzelan
©ZJG-POetry’17.
