Relentless

My ironing board lost its job
about 12 months ago.
We pass each other in the flat:
me in three day old jogging bottoms
and slept in wrestling t-shirt,
it in its creaseless grey uniform,
bolt up right against the wall,
as if nothing’s happened.

© Carl Burkitt 2021

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