The Silent War

I move

the toothpaste

from my side

of the counter

to the other

where there is space

and

more room

yet it always

finds it's way back

across the pond

of the sink.

I move

the shower head

down

so it no longer

hits me

in the middle

of my face.

You cut on

hour seven

of doom and gloom

"news"

which you snooze

and

snore to

while holding

the remote

declaring

"I'm not"

why can we never

watch

anything happy

and loving

especially as you sleep

I ponder

closing the curtains

you call "blinds".

You ask if we

have any

peanuts

you mean cashews?

we don't.

So you munch

on singular pieces

of popcorn

from a bowl

full of hundreds,

mouth open

so it echoes

across the canyon

of the couch.

war.

unspoken.

it is a wonder

the country of us

survives.