Redecorating Dispair Poem by Susan Lacovara

Knowing his Sunday is busied
breaking his back
carrying her bundled up past
into freshly painted rooms
where I no longer loom
as his maddening love

Thinking he is working hard
without hardly a nod of appreciation
Rattles the cage where this caged bird remains

Imagining he is setting up shelves
And stocking the cupboards
of a place he once deemed unfit to reside
To my surprise I cannot shake the thought
Of needing to redecorate my life
hang new curtains
to veil the sadness and sorrow