Abjuration of the Realm
Cutting onions for him at the kitchen counter yes,
I’m listening. Nobody
knows the words to the song, but I know.
I’ve heard it through the walls of his study.
The hours without him are
as pointless as an actual star. In the halls
at work I keep my head down.
I don’t want to be seen when it’s not him looking.
My love leaks out the sides of him. I sweep
it up and use it for stock.
If he ever leaves me I’ll cut down the walls.
When I drive him to work he doesn’t say a word.
He wakes up early to watch me sleep.
When he watches me sleep, my desires
come apart like a trick bicycle. He kisses
my eyelids and unplugs my alarm clock.
I wake up pregnant and starving for lettuce,
my hair as long as a Metro car.
If he ever leaves me I’ll cut down the town.
The sound of his voice is the song’s only word.
He doesn’t say a word as he eats my cooking.
I know he knows the future but he won’t let it show.
When I look at him my eyes are bonfires.
The neighbor’s lettuce is delicious.
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