INVENTION OF LIGHT BULBS
Sometimes I can hear Husband turn his pages
faster than mine & I
become irritated—
& throw a book across the room—
an ember
in husband’s eye that rounds his balls.
“Come here, sensitive, we are
both turning
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.
Sometimes I can hear Husband turn his pages
faster than mine & I
become irritated—
& throw a book across the room—
an ember
in husband’s eye that rounds his balls.
“Come here, sensitive, we are
both turning
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.
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