A Safe Space

Perhaps nobody wants to hear me pan
a mediocre book, or to attend
her criticizing. That’s in no one’s plan,
but we’re together now, and we can lend
each other ears. Six days we get to spend
some quarter hours in our room, the car,
or walking, breathing in and out a blend
of love and wry complaint. That’s how we are.

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