We sat, so seated inside our sedan
you being the he and I being the man
we parked along the beach laced path
you at my right, the bottle at our back
we smiled, well, I did, and my radiation
made me calm. My breast, the right one,
made me sober, and strong. You sighed,
having had a hard day. I laughed,
everything will be alright.
I guess, now that everyone texts
its part of the dialogue? Partners?
your expression suggests, We nest,
we nested for 15 years: tears, swears,
undergarment gears. . .
I hate you; the mirror is unaffected.
Both our suggestions absolutely rejected.
I've got plans, so do you. Who knows?
Maybe you'll become accustomed to the box
instead? We, two never stood a chance
short courtship, shorter romance, a marriage
made in a February heat haste. Disgrace, erase.
You watch you touch the prickly hair of my chin.
devour, breath, breath, unchecked. Own it.
How many people get a chance at a second change?