Clean Sheets
Compact convenient one person meals
cooked to perfection
and appreciated fully
No pig like grunts in the middle of the night
no nasty yawns that sound and smell like death
no phone calls in the middle of a particularly interesting
bit of prime time telly
toilet seat devoid of dribbles
tables devoid of mug stains
the dishes done when they need to be done, not before, not after
no nasty surprise waiting
when you open the door to your abode
occupied, however temporarily, by your other
nothing precious precariously balanced
making your heart jump
Beautiful Silence
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3 comments:
Beautiful ! Classic Anita !
you only making a case or happy singledom?
A-ni-ta! How does one write to you other than commenting here?
Pavithra, one-time resident of the last bench, Room 1-1, Stella Maris.
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