i hope one day

when you find a man who’s cold and mean

you find yourself behind the stove

making dinner for the family you’d planned

i hope the knife slips

that it barely misses your hand

that your husband isn’t pleased

and the corn reminds you of my crooked teeth

i hope your children cry and you can’t stand them

that you miss my emotions

and raise a right hand

and vow to apologize and try me again