Jazz standards by Rollins
as we drive to Detroit
where Miguel & Prince
will take the field in T-2 hours.
The ride alone
is worth the ticket price:
body to body,
space for silence and sounds
uninterrupted by a baby
or household duty.
All this after a morning of quiet coexistence
in separate rooms
where writing projects unfolded themselves
to their respective authors.
He sent a copy
of the outline
for his upcoming manuscript
and I sobbed reading the chapter headings
as the baby inside me
kicked for kicks.
What a life this married life.
Who knew?
Not me.
No comments:
Post a Comment