Shared custody

Mary Cresswell

 

You are resident. I am distant.

This time I stand outside the door

 

and it’s for you to make your mind up,

to say the truly final word.

 

I wonder what would happen if

I poured myself a glass of water,

 

used the bathroom without asking.

Do you think I am now so alien

 

I have no idea which doors

lead to the kitchen, or to the hall –

 

which doors we must never use at all?

Remember me carefully, then:

 

though your doors are closed to me now,

I know exactly what’s behind them.

 

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