Dereliction and devotion

“You see,” I said

“I can’t write award winning poetry

and do housework.”

And at no point

did she turn to me and say,

“You can’t write award winning poetry.”

Karma suits you

an invite

a tentative knock at the door

tea and toast and tears

and all those things shared through the years

if I could I would love you more

less flexible now and yet

still we remain