The Bargaining Table

What is it that gives us that little “uh”

When we give up something at the bargaining table

Of life that is ours?

You know, that physical feeling, that internal nudge

That says we are alone and this is not a longtime

Thing it is a temporary one and why

Are we doing it?

What does it mean when I see you in the eye of me

And I wait for the decrepit use of the alvula (to be

First to use the word?)

Everyone lasts forever in your memories

Perhaps that is where they should stay

No longer a part of me and you

A bit of me a bit of you

Has been et away at by

The sweethearted scent of nausea

And fumigating houses.

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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