A Careful Measurement

It’s all I can do since you stopped writing to me
to recreate your image in a story
in which you are as tall as you ever were
and as sleek with the same bushy hair
but I’ve added some embarrassing skin afflictions

you are trotting across a country road in the rain
and to my credit, I don’t let any cars hit you
there is nothing but thunder and lightning
striking through the gravy of a sky
with the consistency of porridge
I have surrounded you with this setting
as a suffocating, lonely blanket
the mud staining the bottom of your skirts
and all the cows and horses in hiding
somewhere warmer than you will be able to find
until several chapters later
the scene is lumpy gray with mud and clouds
both splashing and infuriated
then, as you are running, your heel breaks

that is exactly how much I hate you today


I Fall Asleep

Your arms encircle and net me
in a quiet glaze of grinning
we speak softly to each other
and cast our net further
on to the murmuring TV
which plays only
the safest of options;
jokes about toilet paper and yogurt
our friends recommended.
I feel so happy.
There’s pizza and everything.
We are laughing
but it’s not my usual
wild cackling
it’s something so much
gentler than what I’ve seen.
You rock me like a baby,
I fall asleep