We make it glow but don't go far
as we need our time for indoor games
and straightening all the picture frames.
The golliwog loves to laze in his cot
while I scour the attic (there might be rot).
You polish the cutlery, shine the taps,
then fetch the box of liquorice straps.
I rinse and buff the window glass
while you kill moss and trim the grass.
At last it's evening, we shower together,
admire the tiling, discuss the weather.
We each have a spoonful of caviar -
then let the tarantulas out of their jar.
by Jim C Wilson.
First published in Orbis magazine,
(Winter 2017).
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