the milk in the fridge

the milk in the fridge is stale

father can’t have tea

mother tells me, it’s my duty to replace

i whisper to you, ‘tis yours

you pass it on to her

father isn’t happy

mother isn’t happy

i’m not happy

you aren’t happy

she isn’t happy

the milk curdles

we all curdle

nobody takes responsibility

the tyre is punctured

father can’t go to work

mother tells me to change it

i shout at you to do it

you pass it on to her

father is angry

mother is angry

i am angry

you are angry

she is angry

the tyre has no air left

we have no air left

nobody takes responsibility

the neighbour is mowing his lawns

father can’t watch the news

mother doesn’t care anymore

i say i am leaving the house

you say you are staying behind

she was never there

father vomits his anger

onto his left palm

passes it on to his right palm and

passes it on to the mother

she passes it on to me

now i cannot leave

the vomit burns me up

so,

i vomit

i burn

let’s shut my eyes

and open them again

now

there is no tv

there is no father

there is no mother

there is no you

there is no her

there is only god

god is father

god is mother

god is you

god is her

i am none

i am all

i replace the milk

fix the tyre

so,

the milk no longer curdles

and,

the tyre has air

and,

i,we,

all take responsibility