I hope a big truck
runs over you
and then backs up,
I sometimes tell
him with a laugh.
Those days when
humorous disdain
is as close as
I can get to love.
Marriage is a room
where not hanging
up a shirt,
can say you’re
not worth anything
You are invisible
You do not exist.
A talkative shirt.
Where else can we
so easily cause
so much harm,
with so little effort,
or even intention.
Asking apology
of each other
for our obsessions,
our occupations
our mother’s