April is National Poetry Month. In honour of that, I’m digging through my archives and posting a series of poems I’ve written over the years.
When you are mixing
There are some days when even the most
Mundane of things
He is a vodka drinker;
I am Gin.
But by some Divine Intervention
Some Holy Miracle
Our many households always seem to have both.
But then there are other days
By grace and willpower
I manage to speak in the strange patois
Of loving other people’s children
And everyone and thing is accounted for
And then I look down
I am wearing socks
That are not mine
That are not yours
That were probably your ex wife’s