it is six years gone

that automatic expressline divorce operation

walking shellshocked from the wreckage

making no changes to diet or exercise
his head still stuck in the book of trees

the book of flowers

on occasion, the kama sutra

but usually the books on flowers and trees excite him more
and he can share them with his boy

who sometimes responds

more often plays his computer

and calls out ‘coming’ over and over
so it goes, a divided existence

he knows him

he knows him not

and lately, he knows him not
doesn’t get Facebook

or Call of Duty

recently discovered through the search history

that daisy-chaining is not what it used to be
and six weeks after the fight

realises the morning visits to the garden

were to put small doses of bleach on the plants

and there is no saving any of them