You’re worried, so you wake her
& you talk into the dark:
Do you think I have cancer, you
say, or Were there worms
in that meat, or Do you think
our son is OK, and it’s
ceremonial as you feel
the vessel of your worry pass
miraculously from you to her—
Gee, the rain sounds so beautiful,
you say—I’m going back to sleep.
Long Marriage by Gerald Fleming from Swimmer Climbing Onto Shore (aff).
Copyright © 2005 by Gerald Fleming.