This poem is an ode to my ex-platonic wife Beth who I spent an unforgettable month with and now she's gone (to New York for a bit) :
we saw each other nude
had fake tantrums
played animals
freaked out cats
praying mantis
human beings
we snacked together
cracked up together
seeds on our porridge
cornflakes at night
serial gags, bedroom disco
our hair went flat
it rose again (in the wrong direction)
cried at the same time
under different blankets
pep talked
swiped together (oft left, rarely right)
typed together
drew together
wrote postcards together
read in bed together
but separate beds
tiny little beds
just one each
counted up our likes
hit notes, fell flat
stars in their eyes
when she takes a shower
we saw dancers lick glasses
on peoples faces
the last night we returned
to our middle class roots
got snow globed upon
karaoke divorce party on baltic queen
she sang me about how vain i am
unless it wasn't about me
but i assumed it was
