The morning after a tussle, a conflict ridden couple
Begin a silent battle, no single action subtle
I’m sure, this morning, she’s heavier, her heels dug into
carpet
Her shower was twice as long. Her
toothbrush at my head
Sputum, toothpaste, violence. Being
fired at the mirror
He’s sweating on my sheets. Still
lying in my bed
I need to be at work in 30 minutes
he’s got nothing so important
He makes a show of getting up, doing duties out of “goodness”
Suggesting that its only she who
is currently concealing rancour
He then conspicuously makes some
bread
But “he’s always kneady though.”
Suddenly, she with environmental aspirations
turning off the lights to his grunts of consternation
He better have a cold she thinks, deep breathing symptomatic
He better not think his gestures make me even slightly frantic
He grumbles on and on, closing
doors with swinging foot
He grumbles upstairs, tumbles
downstairs, conversation moot
But there they part their
ways and so the tussle ends
And by lunchtime and by text message they’ll
likely still be friends
