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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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