We tiled. We painted.We took ideas from Home Depot in secret.
We hoped that our two bedrooms would be unique.
We exchange nonsense about our history together.We talk of reading novels,of road trips, of college profs.
Look at me.
(No one looking).
We bring home blueberry muffins from Save-on.
We do not deal with whole Tuna.
We like conflict free diamond toe rings and ripping up the baseboards.
We might change the litterbox.
We aren't sure we want a Mexican girl in the lower, practicing her drums?
We might flip out.
(No. Look at me.)
(A cow eating mussels from the neighbour's garbage.
What is the sum of 9 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.