Cracked-throat I rise
And breathe in the morning smoke. I live in
a repetition of sorts.
There is some comfort in mindless routine
Lather, rinse, repeat
Your husband hums nirvana as he blackens
Spreadsheets. He is a happy man.
His laugh lines attest to that as he smiles
and consumes the lunch you made.
I have none.
You burn like a fever around me , your breath
scalding my neck. I cradle my burns.
"One day I'll steal you away..."
I leave with scorched lips.
Stolen kisses in the afternoon
turn to ash at night.
Monotony thy name is life.
I gaze at celestial cinders till I fall.
I'll awake soon dreaming of thirst.