I know the sound of one hand clapping.
I am single.
Poetry is my only solace.
And Midsomer Murders.
Tuesday, 17 April 2012
Washing Up Alone
For Simon and Ashley, and their happy marriage.
I wash up alone One plate One fork Two spoons (One from a cup of tea) One pan (Pasta again) One yoghurt pot For recycling. I do my bit Even though I do it Alone.
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