No Longer

No longer 

I no longer want to be the newspaper in your birdcage

The plastic liner under your dishes

The coaster on the table

Allowing your life to over-write mine

 

Can’t be the I’m-bored-curer

The I-got-nothing-to-do companion

Cruise director extraordinaire

For the dream voyage I'll never take.  

 

Conflicted and possessive

Off loading and teasing

You suggest they all want me

Hoping they do and I go. 

 

Meanwhile I tidy up the menagerie 

Stack the pantry neatly

And wipe down the console proudly 

Preparing for your departure. 

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