Days filled out to the horizon edges
Ever seeking water, buying bottles of it, disposables
Toilet paper by the ton weight-compostable
and "What’s for dinner?”
Not in that order, in between
laundry loads.
“Do termites eat bamboo?”
He asked me. Seems to be.
The pergola’s slatted skeleton roof
has become brittle, weathered, withered.
“Recycling slow,” I finally say,
“We won't have to take it down when we go,”
I looked up to the source of the birdsong,
while he looked down, inspecting
insect droppings.
insect droppings.
How he despised any discussion
of death; Post-facto.
While I was preoccupied
making beds, tucking in the corners,
he overlooked the white noise
roar of termites digesting all edges
between inside and out.
between inside and out.
Photo credit: me (Pergola, 2016)
