For the poet to ask
A few hours before he intends
To leave
For the so called Soma Pass
Is timeously enough
But not for his spouse
Who considers it an attack
On her person
An intrusion into her own
World order of things.
You should have asked
Yesterday evening –
She throws words at him.
He would see:
This minor thing to ask for
A shared pass caused her
That much strain?
Her nervous system at an
End
The heat wave adds more
Fuel to his reasonable
Question
Leaping up flames in her
Destroying her common
Sense.
He feels sorry for her raw
Condition
But he also has to conduct
A living in accordance to
His own budget.
Besides he’ll travel with
His friend to a Haydn concert
He wouldn’t even tell her yet
Avoiding the cause for another
Round of tedious arguments.
So they live together
Yet avoiding each other
But that’s impossible to do
At all times
In a bed-sitter situation
Where they have to exist
With a bounce back of
Human frustrations.
When she loses her rag
Slamming the door shut
He usually withdraws
Into his sacred domain
To his desk at the window
In the rectangular set out
Kitchen
Mumbling insults at her.
Finally peace.
Pity the door has to
Stay otherwise wide open
Most of the time
Due to the only possible
Cross ventilation
Badly limiting his privacy.
Perhaps tomorrow will
Come with a cooling wave
Again.
Stay cool.
Cool.looC
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.