Here There and Everywhere

Expat wanderer

Poetry for the Very Married

This was on GoodReads Books today:

what we mean
by Maya Stein
I took out the trash to apologize. You made dinner to thank me for finishing

our taxes. I stayed on the couch for my bad mood. You went to bed early

for yours. The croissant, a peace offering. Two loads of laundry,

repentance. The sidewalk you shoveled while I slept, something resembling

forgiveness. When the words fail, the house still rings with conversation,

its rooms, wide mouths, the unswept floors, a burgeoning embrace. A kiss waits

inside every spent tube of toothpaste. When the milk sours, we fall in love

all over again. So I am saving the garage for the hard argument.

You are keeping the basement

in your back pocket.

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April 8, 2015 Posted by | Character, Communication, Marriage, Relationships | 3 Comments