Late May

We were walking along the flower beds.

It was late spring and the children jumped

across the lawn to demonstrate their powers.

You said, “I don't think we should plant

any more hydrangeas," and I thought

about how I could take the family car

and drive straight to Massachusetts.

Take off all my clothes. Wade into

the water. Pay for everything in cash.

“At night I would be lonely,” I said,

as you turned with some confusion.

This is a little game we play. You

give me everything I always wanted

and I dream up some way out.