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.