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.