Wednesday, April 8, 2009

POEM: Fix it

I show him, guide him
let him feel the lump
half hoping in some crazy way
that he'll say,
"oh yeah, one of those,
that's no problem, seen it before
easily fixed,"
as if this were another of his areas
of husbandly expertise
just like he would say
if something were wrong
with our car
or my computer
or the bathroom sink
something simple, harmless
that I just didn't happen to know about
in my girlish ignorance
but instead he looks at me
trying to appear calm
he says, "I love you."
and I am alone again
with my fears

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