No one coached me on the proper manner by which to make a bed, a rudimentary life task
but tidy corners have never been my thing.
I can admit that now
I really tried making sense of life together
but a woman begins to feel it
sooner or later
feel it or forget it I always say
the sooner I realized,
the better for everyone involved
there’s a right way, a best path
call it what you want
most of us have a goal or desire in mind at the start:
beauty and attraction
we’re so alike
we get along
we want the same things in life
and these days that’s saying something
even if secretly we aren’t sure what those things are
still, the day arrives
a pall is cast
a bed still unmade
a quiet reckoning that things have gone uncomfortably, unfixably wrong