“lets make a deal, you just agree to hate me for two weeks and then in exactly two weeks and a day I’ll promise to be much more available… what do you say? better than three weeks of mere semi-presence right? or no?”

poetry

in the great scheme two weeks is hardly
worthy of notice

in the six years of agony two weeks
is anything but
unworthy of notice

minute passes slower than each previous
minute

worthy of painful notice

my watch has received more “face time”
than my wife.

and she’s getting mad.

the sieve and the sand