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Not All Separate Bedrooms Make A Bad Marriage

Always he turns on lights

I turn them off after him

like a patient mother

picking up the forever mess


He does it to light up his mind

when his dreams are tough

all the house is illuminated


At night I leave a bathroom bulb

a tangerine sized 25 watt thing I bought

for us

my concession to reality

my compromise oh ho ho


He turns on the fluorescent coil

in the window like a camping lantern

above the kitchen sink instead

it is clear to the neighborhood

we intend to stay


Some nights in tandem

we switch off

and on—my bathroom sacrifice

to his kitchen lighthouse


I know he has been here

he knows I am trying 

Posted 03/13/15
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