Step Back

Booklet: https://tinyurl.com/5fwn45fu — Dead ficus Old bike Three glass jars Whatever you like Salt went missing So did my broom Johansson smiled „That's community.“ I let it slide Too tired to fight He called me easy He was right Thursday afternoon Yellow tape Straight across My doorway space One clean line On old pine wood He came with tires I said: No! Step back That's the line What is yours Was never mine Step back That's the line „You've changed, Rose.“ „You're cold, Rose.“ Step back That's the line He stared at me Like I'd betrayed The sacred bond His clutter made “You used to care.” „You used to share.“ “You've killed The atmosphere.” My milk was kindness My broom was grace His junk, apparently A shared space Funny how A boundary starts When someone loses Your spare parts Step back That's the line What is yours Was never mine Step back That's the line „You've changed, Rose.“ „That's not kind.“ Step back That's the line The tires moved To floor number two Mrs. Koczescu Knows what to do Every morning Judgment day! Johansson keeps His junk away I felt adult For nearly ten minutes Step back That's the line No grand speech No warning sign Step back That's the line „Who's selfish now?“ „Never mind.“ Step back That's the line One small problem Industrial tape Old pine floor Permanent border Forevermore You never win completely „Never completely.“