before the end of summer (august 20, 2015)
what an extravagance
to be left alone in the boat of my skin
after making love,
my husband returned to work at his desk,
his fingers loose over his lips, his wedding band,
and me holding myself in our bed
dreaming of a bike ride to the countryside,
imagining, when i get back,
the bowl of fresh green peas i will eat.
