It has red and white squares
Like a chess board
She beams
I’ll be mother
You be Queen
The holy water is topped up
The candles burning bright
I quietly bathe my broken skin
Hope that it will heal
Shall we eat
We sit in the corner
Empty plates
Broken spoons
Dished up
Powered down
Running low on prayers
She takes a deep breath
I’ll be mother
You be Queen
My head jolts
The sandwiches are electric
She squeals
Everything is bright and ringing
Perfect weather for a picnic
She beams
Baked potatoes
Wooden floor
Sunday evening ticking
Delicious
She smacks her lips
Licking up a morphine kiss
Sealing it with glue
There is a shark in the ceiling
A fire on the floor
I don’t know what to do
All you can do is dance in the dust
She says
As if the world is full of joy
And we spin in it
Happy
Lucky
No spiders left to chase away
Ignorance fills our plates with bliss
Nothing makes it better
Every can counts
She skips and dances
You
Can
Can
She spreads out the cotton cloth
It has red and white squares
The holy water is topped up
The candles burning bright.
