A Letter to All My Spouses

You with your husbands
Waiting for your heart squeeze to stop

Your voice on phone
Is like a warm bed
Like a warm hand

When you walk in,
I take your things
And keep them on the
Dining table

How can I tell you?
That it makes me feel
Like a woman loved
That in this day’s silence,
In this afternoon’s quietude,
In this evening’s traffic jam
Among the burnt tire smell,
And the cold evening milk on the fingers,
In the smoke-filled
Streets seen through the window
In all this

An eager man
A suddenly loved man
Awaits for the heart squeeze to go on

Featured image: Head of a Capri Girl, by John Singer Sargent (1878) WikiArt.org

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