Poetry

I’m not going to lie.
It was a
shit day.

What is that word
–you know–
dang, I
can’t think of it.

I’m squinting—
and it
hurts.

I found you, finally.
In a sea of beige,
cotton-poly blends,
shams and half-truths

I looked up stubbornness.
I literally Googled it.
To see if I was right.

Generally to be avoided
is the cart with remnants of a previous shopper.

One quarter teaspoon
is all they ever took from me.

In another time, it was said
the good wives (the best wives) knew how
to fold a fitted sheet