Sometimes I can hear Husband turn his pages
faster than mine & I
& throw a book across the room—
in husband’s eye that rounds his balls.
“Come here, sensitive, we are
because the mind is turning...”
Save it for the factory, husband!
Only animal pantomime
& balloons, please.
Husband moves like an inchworm
across the carpet.
Does his best monkey.
Motions as if to offer a string connected
to something in sky
& I take it.
We act as two animals holding invisible balloons.