his shouting at some game
woke the baby
woke her
fury

& hers is a silent type
latent and laced
with a promise that
it'll come back to him
someday




someday never comes




she wept into the porcelain
edge of the bathtub
believing she was at fault
for all her faulty
relations
who'd want such a
fragile mess
in the
first place?


she thought she heard his footsteps
& quickly wiped her
tired eyes



"its a bad night to be
alone



but that's the way it
goes"