Hang on, fluorescent lighting
It's drywall,
his Vancouverique theories
on Home Depot lighting aisles.
I forget his words as he says them,
lost in my kaleidoscope of paint samples
Sip my empty cup of tea.
Time to plant tulips.
Time to stop playing gone and
tempt him with window ledges.
Enough with his home improvement. I am complete. The garden centre opens its gaping maw to me once again.