What they don’t tell you about the long haul
Beth Ruscio
Then late one afternoon exhausted from trying to find agreement we just
take an impromptu nap and for hours we rant in our sleep
Childless we argue about the values
toys taught us as kids beside the point but
lack of the tangible has become accusation poof
the length of all our married years minus
what we have to show for it
for now nothing is solid
unmooring us
This chill cured only by proximity snuggling
slouching towards closeness
Awake and all is stark again
hard on the eyes dimming our prospects
our senses
In this low-ceilinged rented room under the welcome mats and subfloor
countless secrets
harden in us