I am reading
Super Bowl Sunday
you text to say we shouldn't lose our anniversary
you've got the sads again
in your skinny kitchen
Henry whinging
flopping on the floor
don’t you know by now
I can lock the door
the rainy night we met
Super Bowl Sunday
we drove around to find a bar with no TV
draped in your feather bed
you told me how I loved you
I jiggled on the lamp and said
“well that was pretty quick”
New Glarus framboise ale
is bold and bittersweet
our garden
still blooming
a snowdrop on spring morning
no footfall
can trample
our tangle deeply anchored
I’m thankful
for our lot
for any season we’ve got
short years later
Super Bowl Sunday
you skip the game to read and color with your girls
your shop is closed today
full of pretty treasure
when I call your husband passes you the phone
was it a surprise
you never were alone?
our garden
still blooming
a snowdrop on spring morning
no footfall
can trample
our tangle deeply anchored