these days 
what can i 
reward you with 
i am becoming too large 
for this house 
thighs squeezed against the walls –
shoulder leaning like a tipped teapot from a window 

i am able to regress here 
watch the grass grow brighter 
the light washing over the garden in a colossal wave 

comfort, in clinking glasses 
drinks and albums 
moving pieces on a wooden board 

i want back that summer 
where we didn’t expect anything of each other 

we’re fighting now
and not for each other –
for time?

kate ©