What everybody but I can see
I tried to open the kitchen window -
Talking about your situation means
inviting people to a party. I like to drink alone.
Our dog hides under the kitchen table
when he starts his explanations.
Something else is hiding under the bed.
Something that crawls and grabs in a blink
everything I care for and many little things:
our dog’s red ball, a memory
stick. He insists on discussing our situation.
I do a refill.
it’s hard to give in after a long
silence. Then something fell and
two sparrows raised in a shriek.
Trembling all the way
to the living room. I’ve done something
stupid, I say. What, he says, standing up and
dropping a cable.
I tried to open the window.
There was a bird nest.
Now they have no place to go.
Our dog is following me everywhere.
You can see the desperation in the little black eyes,
you can hear it echoing in the hurried paws.
Don’t. Leave. Me. Here.
I bend and give her some comfort.
There is a feather on my hand.
The trees have bloomed again. It’s cold.
He’s smoking in front of the window.
I’m smoking in front of the computer.
There’s a boy gathering wood, he says,
from the garbage, maybe I should
take out the broken chair.
Yes, maybe you should.
He made coffee this morning.
Last night we had a little fight. After that,
we got into bed, back to back,
our dog in between.
I had a nightmare and woke up whining.
But now it’s daylight and we
are walking on loose floor.
Do you think we should keep it? he says.