Sketch 1 by Jayd Green

I am dinner tables and the dying house plant:
books stacked on a coffee stained placemat.

The waitress from any American movie
wanted to be dancer, actress, star:

tends the bar
lovingly with a damp cloth sighing when she gets home.

We fawn over her – feel deeply her
as she makes dinner.

I opt for coffee instead and wipe the drool from her baby’s face.

We sit in silence as the babysitter, the waitress’s younger sister, exits.

The evening continues like this,
As I scrawl ‘nothing’ over and over, in pencil.

By the morning I’ve covered the dirty walls and worktops.
By morning I have tended to the house plant.


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