Screeching schedules across calenders
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.
Black Box Collection
He collects beautiful people
And stores them
In the Black Box
Of his phone.