i wasn't posting on the blog when i wrote this. just came across it. i'm starting to ruminate again. more to follow.
four nights
four nights since you left
and we creep home - scared
to find you gone
or there
we sleep weep seep to the edges
of our bed
i'm trying hard to keep us together
our daughter is confused
our son too small to notice anything but
the slowing trickle of milk - my milk
you left us with overflowing gutters
plans to paint the bathroom
turkey stock gone to waste in the fridge
i'm reduced to hiding your dirty shirts
in my underwear drawer
frantically cleaning counters
and praying to a god i told you
i don't believe in(c) celeste mylastname 2007