Play House Poem by Leah Ayliffe

He calls me his wifey, like we're in love
And we're playing the game and it's so much fun
I get to dance around the house with no pants on
While he plays the guitar and sings a song

And on a hard day when he gets home
Waiting for him is a hot bath I've drawn
I jump in with my sundress still on
Hold him close and tell him he's so strong
And he tells me with wet eyes 'why is this world so wrong.'

I colour my book and sing to the radio
Late at night when he's out with the fellas
Sequin bow in my hair, Sex and Candy blares
Like disco lemonade when he walks on home
I ask 'did you find a girl you might like? '
While he pulls me in and shakes his head no
Booze stained lips, licked it up, let's go

In bed Friday night, eating ice-cream
Lovers delight, a tasty scene of bodies intertwined
A spoonful of chocolate cascading in a dream
We didn't know we'd end up happy here
It's as though we really were in love, so it seems.

Happy coincidence? Can two people be so mean?
I wake to the emptiness that this mirage is too serene.