And Then I Woke Up

I dreamed last night

my husband did not love

me anymore.

I dreamed he looked at me like

I was an insect,

an unpleasant guest from cockroach

town come to annoy.

So I said sorry, didn’t mean

those awful things I said

which now I cannot recall

but were surely evil

and he answered, too late, I don’t

care, fat with casual and mild

regret, transgressed beyond passion.

About Karen To and Fro

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