when i look back
it was that sunday in the pub
when things really started to Change
we had been out to lunch
then stopped at our local for a sleepy afternoon pint
it was unseasonably warm
the pub was half-full
Coronavirus she said authoritatively
glancing at me for confirmation
conversations with her are a Battle for Coherence
an Unspoken Need
to Display Mastery of slippery vowels and imperfect tenses
to Harness Clarity
to be Analytically Precise
she speaks effortlessly
i always struggle
i was thinking is the Government Response ineffective
is ineffective really the word i mean
it is such an ineffective word so perhaps it is
i smiled at her anticipating her usual
Spit Out Your Bloody Point
Irritated Words but said with such
Kind Laughing Eyes
she is looking at me yes
but her eyes are vacant
disinterested
the opposite of her
smiling mouth
that is when i know
i am boring her
have bored her
am boring
it is a relief to be honest
it means i no longer need to pretend
that i always love her
that i am amazed she loves me
i do not need to carry on
Gushing
Fawning
making her Better
Wittier
More Dazzling than she actually is
now we can both be marvellously mediocre
together.
it had been coming on for a while
but that hot sunday afternoon in the pub
was when i finally stopped Pretending
we were seated at a tiny table
in the back garden
under a blossoming damson tree
the pub was nearly empty
Coronavirus i said
and i think she was in agreement
but i am never sure with her
i was watching her
fumble her words
basic words that always defeated her
thinking
how can this still be a problem
how can she wander lost in the english language
bemused by its intricacies
idiosyncrasies
its marvellous clarity and precision
how can her first language be such an alien land
it makes me irritable
short
i have turned it into a joke
as couples do
something funny
endearing
Spit Out Your Bloody Point
only it is no longer funny
it is tiring
i am tired
can she not see how tired i am
perhaps i should just say
Please Stop
stop trying so Fucking Hard
stop with the Gushing
Fawning
stop Trying to Make Me someone i am not
stop Trying to Prove whatever about Us
please
let us be boringly mediocre
together.
Great, great format!
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such a different experience when read in the correct format, an inner and outer voice, different perspectives and yet a sense of unusual equanimity and acceptance at the end.
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