Living with teenagers


When you leave teenagers

at home, alone, the clocks get broken


your favourite mug

is perched in an open window


Shards of glass

whisper in corners

the letter box is full


Idle dust

collects on shelves and doorways

ash in teacups


The recycling gathers an army,

the tv speaks softly for hours


And somehow

entire loaves of bread

go missing.

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