I will be separated

from my husband for a month —

a lifetime o’clock

as time away from him passes —

all 28 days of February.

We will not be together on Presidents’ Day

or Valentine’s

or four separate Saturdays.

He will cook dinner for himself

I will get takeout —

he will eat brown rice,

me some fish thing.

I will get dressed each day in flimsy

he will bundle up in woolies.

I will put sandals on

he will wear boots and thick socks

and have red chapped cheeks.

I will flaunt a tan.

Sometimes we will miss each other too much.

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