we sniff parts, weary of one another
long married but so like newlyweds
that we mistake ourselves for the other,
biting the hand before we get fed.
jumpy & jerky & out of control
never knowing which way is wrong or right,
right or left, up or down, free road or toll
prisoners of our own pathetic plight.
yoked together forever we are one
team, pulling the same load without thinking
about it. so maybe life is not fun.
we cure that by doing lots of drinking.
we nibble at the truth like weary mice.
never reflecting, never thinking twice.
© polly macdavid