morning person
I get up before the alarm
to have the first piss
but the moment I open the bedroom door
our cat wails long and high like a train whistle,
blocking my way until I feed her
and as I’m kneeling over her bowl in my boxers,
squeezing meat jelly out of the packet,
my wife skirts around us,
beating me to the bathroom
every morning they trick me, these two
and as I sit on the cold kitchen floor
filled with piss
listening to my wife piss
watching the cat lick jelly
I AM FILLED WITH ENOUGH PISS AND LOVE
TO DROWN AND BURN YOU ALL
but then I have to go out and meet you all
and I chicken out:
I want to live to see another morning
of these two and their tricks.
Tanner is from Liverpool. His latest collection, ‘Shop Talk: Poems For Shop Workers’ is published by Penniless Press
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