I hide in the cupboard
Between the cornflakes
Below the spluttering boiler
Above the milk lake.
It’s dark in the cupboard
There’s a small crack of light
I peak through the slit
At the man in my sight
He’s scoffing my toast
The crumbs fall on the floor
He chews and he snuffles
And then gets up for more.
He wears my grey dressing gown
He’s fat and he’s mad
He scratches his bottom
And then sniffs his left hand.
He uses the shower gel
And leaves on the tap
Flecks the mirror with toothpaste
And never replaces the cap
I hide in this cupboard
And creep out by night
I piss in a flower pot
Forever planning my flight
But he’s going next Tuesday
He says it’s just for a while
Pubic hair in my bathroom
Unspeakably vile.
I can’t let him find me,
I wish he were gone.
This trespassing usurper,
My brother John.
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