The Only Time He Ever Cooked
A new nutrition for the two of us—chocolate candy,
bologna fried & sandwiched between sliced bunny bread.
These things are things that you have done & left
to me to do again. These slipped disc revelations, these
prolapsed ligaments. & what choice could she have had?—
hammock of muscles that held me in & you afraid
to touch her. Every other week a phase, time when the moon
would nestle high over the gray barn, a dusky aureola radiant & cold.