Carpe diem.
The cold rainy October days
Makes getting up
So difficult.
I move in my usual stride.
‘The day has not 24 hours’
She says
In spite of being together
In one tidied up room
We get into each other’s
Hair on a daily basis
Only after three years here
With more experience
How to avoid nurturing anger
Against each other for pure
Survival conserving energies.

I flee the bedsitter having
Tidied up my part of the room
Washed my dishes in the left
Side of the double sink
Put away unused clothes
Made up my side of the bed
And took my black linen bag
With my paraphernalia
As Ana used to say:
Poetry book Notebook
Toiletry bag ID card Ecard
Credit cards Bus ticket Pens
And highlighters.

Life for the poet begins in
The 400 Bus
Verses scribbled into his
Leuchtturm 1917-notebook
As another person

As a voluntary helper
I emerge at Schottenring
Station from the U4
And leave the poet in my
Black linen bag
Resting until next time.


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