Sonnet XXXVII (The Wife)
The details are blurry in my mind
Maybe 15 years ago as wife
I was role in and homemade
And disappointed.
I'd smile and introduce me as wife
Suppressing these feelings for nuclear
Even prior, I'd use her as hope
To keep us aflame while I bare
Myself to holes and beaches you liked
Banging once or twice or however many times
To her eyes and my head and future life
Now the seizures, scares, moments of craze
Dance around my finger, the prize
But tug at her sad, remembering eyes