Doubt

There’s no happily

ever after;

Just hours of drawn

out tedium

Stretched like solstice shadows,

Swallowed screams muted

Muffled by pillows,

And rusty shackles

Emblazoned with

A single

word

I Got Up, But Went Back to Bed

I got up, but went back to bed
Cold summer morning, but not as
Cold as the shoulder on the couch
Long shadows, longer rationales
Our truths locked inside hearts and heads

Futures uncertain, the past though
Finally making sense, sure of
Who I am, or rather, what I
Wasn’t.

Her words miss their target, instead
Clattering like arrows off stone
My left hand lighter, minus the
Ounce of white tarnished gold. And so
I got up, but went back to bed

The Many Moods of My Wife

Mood: The Vent

Signs: constant talking about co-workers you don’t know, may be accompanied by tears or yelling at others not present

Notes: crack a beer and get comfy, nod in agreement frequently, occasionally say “yeah, that sucks” or similar empty platitude

~

Mood: The Ebert

Signs: unabashed critique of how you’re spending your day, what you’re doing wrong, your communication skills, etc.

Notes: she’s probably right

~

Mood: The Koala

Signs: clingy, cuddly, touchy-feely

Notes: tolerable, may lead to sex?

~

Mood: The Monk

Signs: unusually quiet, withdrawn, not talking for once

Notes: caution – a storm may be brewing, often precedes Agitated Bag-lady (see below)

~

Mood: The Agitated Bag-lady

Signs: muttering to self, outbursts of profanity, frantic gesticulating

Notes: RUN AWAY