Friday, September 16, 2016

Dictator and Slave

the house is cleaner
because I am the only one who can walk.
the piles of clothes and pillows, books, phone,
computer, and assorted various
have one less vector to spread them throughout.
I pick up after myself when it's just my clutter
for reasons unknown.
As dictator, I feed him what I think he should have, and how much.
As slave, I feed him what he needs, how much he wants and when he needs it.
I do the dishes and pick up before work
and after dinner.
he's starting to move out of the bed and 
pillows, and lawn chairs are migrating,
papers are showing up on the floor 
and my time as dictator and slave may be ending.
I'll kind of miss it.

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