Marriage, Sometimes

Your breath this morning:
A failed cheese experiment.
Love you anyway.

2/30: Common

You were a crescendo
                                of epiphanies
                a high mark, a far goal
You were
                                exhausting.

After you,
                the urge to be common.
                       pork rinds and Family Feud
                       mouthfuls of expletives
                       margins of red ink
                       one-night stands
               loving my babies
                               more than anyone else’s.

After you,
                    merely, only,
just.