* Alchemy Farmhouse *

Marital Bed
February 22, 2008, 9:58 am
Filed under: poetry

I return from reluctantly

letting the dog out

to see my husband’s trespassed

well over the invisible divide.

I slide back under the blanket

from the edge of my side

and inch toward his

salt and pepper head

freshly shorn,

and cabbage round

–uniform in its leaves and curls.

the dog takes his own place

again, he is the divide,

and husband has no choice

but to roll back to his page,

on the side that if we were a book

would make us backwards like the Torah

whose readers do not believe they are reading backwards

only in another order than those who

invented Christ.

He grimaces as he wrenches his arm out

from under me,

the penalty for border crossing.


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