Sharing

Flatmate

Funny
how you infect my place,
my peace

grunts and sighs,
whistling,
so unconvincing

creaking floors,
the clatter of a plate on the draining board,
the tinkle of your silver spoon
against china.

No reason to dislike you
as much as I do,
right at the very
"will you please just stop being here!"
minute.

Pulling my toys within my reach,
I do not want to share.