Hang on, fluorescent lighting
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 make my escape as he fusses over the window trim. He weights his options like a mother deciding which of her darling children will live.
High quality precast foam or Kiln-dried wood.
The Garden Centre has opened up its gaping maw to me once more, and I vanish into the hardened earth.