Mr. Fantastic and The Invisible Woman

I’ll make
it up
to you
tomorrow
or the day
after that
or the day
after that
after that.

It’s only
fair, I know.

It’s something
I owe to you
but you never
ask for, at
least not
explicitly.
This is the
dance we
perform
day and night
on the couch
in the bed
making coffee
sharing cigarette
smoke. Flowers
on the odd
occasion, a card.
An undercooked
dinner, the gentle
nudges instead
of alarm clock
violations. 33 You
deserve, need this.
That cats know
it. So do I.
It, this, I
am here for
it all, so long
as you can put
up with . . .

4.11.11