Nothing Much Changes at My House
By Mim Markovic
The dust from a thousand solo dances lives on the mantelpiece
In places where the dust cloth doesn’t reach
Tumbleweeds of dog hair gather and meet
Under the couch, multiplying every week
Cobwebs wave me goodbye as i leave for work
And greet me when i return from my exercise class
Bills inevitably come in on Tuesday and I stick them on the fridge
Ritualistically I put the bins and recycling out every Wednesday
I dream similar themes,
Night, after night, after night
Of trains, toilets, crowds and swimming
I am a psychoanalyst’s delight
The online dating sites
Offer the same old
Lonely hearts looking for meaningless sex
Whilst I search for meaningfulness in life
Every day I think of my dead lover and wish I could have coffee and talk with him again
Then i buy a new flat pack dining setting
And pretend i am an interior designer for an hour
I find luxury Egyptian sheets (on special) and change my bedding
And dream that I am kissing a good looking stranger in the shower
I join an online social group
Dress up, take a deep breath
And bravely go out on my own
To smile and meet new people
Nothing much really
Changes at my house
The changes you see,
Happen inside me
Slowly.