Sunday Poetry: Long Marriage

By Alison October 8, 2023 No Comments 1 Min Read

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

wonderful, really—almost

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.

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