each day I will walk the dog without
sobbing in the dry woods will field
the phone calls abandon ink and pen
will start awake to see whether my
husband breathes or not will not
sleep (ever) (again) while the clock’s
red numbers blink bright as blood
I will empty my self will not com-
plain will change his soaked
dressing twice will tend his in-
sistent wound will tell him how
well it heals will lie will lie down
on the living room’s red rug at
night will wonder whether there
is a dying room or whether it is
the whole house will curl on my side
weep helplessly will stifle the sound
will get up will do it again
tomorrow