Life’s Rooms To Rent
for S. F.

let her have a boyfriend
or a cat or a dog
whatever pet she chooses
what do I care

my pen to push as far as I wish

used to be
the spoon in her cornflakes,
in the milk, in the strawberries
in her dish

we used to have breakfast
even before she washed her face

used to sit together
in the early morning
at the dining table

used to be the tooth paste
on her tooth brush

don’t even know now if
I’m her shoeshine boy


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
2:11 a.m. 22/11/07