“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.”
relationships
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
intertwined
the jericho roads 