it  commences as         the same old argument         idea/dream  manifests      into innocuous comment  and systemmatically is slammed            immediately out of your reality…tonite’s event    was shared across a restaurant’s table       and     in between bites        of french lamb shank           and creamy potato    we escalated    arguing     in hushed tones   and i listened again  as you          again      denied    the concept of fulfillment of    a small idea    a small dream to improve  shared space      to please the eye       in this house         our home…

we speak of repairs      who is responsible… i share dreams of what        i’d like to improve or how to achieve  it      while you, self-righteous and determined       in your arguments of property   and outcome       slam and twist such ideas into      yesterday’s garbage…i am certain   that our current land baroness sleepwalks  in her dazed slumlord mentality            hungry for control     absolving herself of responsibility for upkeep    of her moneymaker     and you     repeatedly    defend her honor   as if a kindred spirit     as if she were secreting the exorbitant  rent        back into your pockets  for the favor   of patient understanding of her landlady-less dysfunction …

we share the sense of home as sanctuary         but sanctuary to you = isolation as comfort zone            sanctuary to me = space to fill on occasion with those     near and dear   to share laughter    while you worry that         once invited     they may never leave….and     it remains the most glaring      of our differences…