I lay passive next to him,
the heaving of his chest,
the fluttering of my eyes.
We kept staring at the blank ceiling.
The wet patches on the roof,
the leaky tap in the kitchen,
wallpapers to hide the cracks,
curtains to cut the glare,
capacitor for the fan in his room,
a new mirror near our wash basin,
a new handle for the saucepan,
a long rug outside the front door.
I lay passive next to him.
We couldn’t stand each other’s glance.
Words too bitter to be spoken out loud,
we kept renovating our rented house.
Author’s Notes:
© Lirio Marchito. All rights reserved.
The poem “Renovations” was originally written and first published on AllPoetry on June 23, 2019.
This poem was also part of my first poetry collection, The Blue Rabbit, published in 2021.
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