Scenes of a Marriage
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Now that
the dishes in the sink are done
and the company we invited for dinner has gone
and the dog is napping on the back lawn
(stretched out longer than an empty minute)
you stand at the back screen door and yawn
with amused satisfaction;
the coffee in my cup has cooled
and the ice cream you served for dessert has pooled
in the floral print bowl that you meticulously re-glued
(the morning after the night I broke it)
I watch you inspect a fingernail you’ve chewed
in bemused abstraction;
the evening has drained into night
and moths kiss the windows drawn by the light
you sit at the table with your crossword and try
(for the third time that day since you began it)
to tease out the answers the clues don’t belie
in obtuse contraction;
you notice me then across the room
sitting in shadow that approximates gloom
you tilt your head to one side and coo
(for the first time in weeks since we lost it)
an invitation that is decidedly you
with enthused affection:
Now, that.