Tuesday, September 8, 2009

The Return of Underwear

I walk in the door, half undo my tie and pull the loosened
knot over my head.
I throw it on the table, think maybe I'll cook dinner,
go for bike ride,
go photograph,
i wonder if there are any good art shows open,
what should i do this weekend?
Coming home to an empty house, with her out of town,
my mind wanders.
I go to the kitchen to get a glass of water
and when I return
my breath stops for a moment because
I mistake my tie for
her black underwear
thrown haphazardly on the table in the living room.
I imagine the lace and the intent.

Yes, I love her. Miss her voice
and her company
going to the movies alone.

but, I miss her underwear too.

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