Dear husband
Two nights ago we made
love.
In two months we will
be married for three years
And for the first time
we have made love
like they tell it in the stories
We made the kind of sex
that heal wounds or end battles
And I did not realize that we had not before
until two nights ago, when we did.
Do you want to do it again?
The dishes need washing
There is football on the tv
Is this my life’s purpose?
Anyone with high intelligence
would have stopped in her
pony tracks and tried to go back
and cover them up and pretend
the journey never began
She is the classic dumb drum
who laughs at everyday
sadness and confusion
because
her ass hurts
and it grinds her
to be overly
sardonic
Follow the blood to her heart
It is difficult.
I had so much invested
in you being the one
who messaged my
gray temples because
when you hug me
and don’t call me
stupid I feel safe
I never felt that with anyone else
even sitting by myself
I don’t feel so safe
so that’s the problem, Henry
I don’t know where you are
I know your ego
better than you realize
and so there is a lot
of back and forth
which I find to be insulting
which doesn’t matter
because you are byproduct
of evolution
but when we first started
fucking you led me to believe
that you were curious
And now I am having a hard
time adjusting to your limp
genius
You pretend to be smart America
but knowing the names of actresses
with big breasts or who directed
the actor with a long mustache
does not make you smart.
You are mainstream and boring
