the hoovering's done
the room is cleaner than it's been for years
because the carpet cleaners are coming tomorrow
the birds are fed
the rabbits too
and Christine has done the weeding
though she hates it
and hates that I hardly ever do it
even though I was working
- and properly working
not writing poems
cos that's not really work
and you don't get paid for it
or not any amount that matters
anyway it's now late for tea
and I have to make my dinner
the pretend hunger
is gnawing away at my stomach
and there's more moving of furniture to be done
after dinner
because the carpet cleaners are coming toomorrow.
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