Monday through Friday I live a life with you
You’re the 7:45 Tennessee Street stop, I’m four before.
Our eyes meet as you reach the top step, and I begin to fall into their blue depths; you smile a small smile and my lips curve in answer. Yes.
As your bulky winter coat sleeve whispers a secret to mine it begins, an unfolding.
We have dinner we both like pasta! Next, a movie. Romantic Comed...
Picking up her clothes off the floor with shaking hands
Trying to be quick and quiet despite the throbbing at her temples (ohgoddon’t wake him)
His roaring snore, at once terrible and reassuring
The queasy cramping in her gut, not only the result of all she drank last night (this morning)
But the pressure to get away, get out, get lost. (isn’t that exactly how it started again)
Purse in hand, wa...