Checks I Write
for Deanka Saunders

instant of contact, married a moment

does she suffer from sinusitis
I in sympathy as I usually am

this once without a wall up, without partition

letting me care away our differences
worn away over all these visits

food I’d eat
have how many times passed through her fingers
she knows my diet

does she wonder that I shop for myself,
that I eat alone, from the microwave, from cans I open

I’m certain she notices
rice is never included, no meats

she has deduced I have no stove, no wife
no nights beneath the sheets

no family life


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
3:22 a.m. 03.08.09