Privacy

What’s it to you that I like my sheets either red or white, but never a combination of the two? I don’t understand why you want to know when I’ll be between them either. Nor am I sure about the validity of your need to be informed of how I like my eggs for breakfast. I smile to myself and stretch diagonally across the bed –red, maybe white– at an unspecified time of day or night, and contemplate fresh fruit and cereal.

A Greeting

My husband, short tempered and grey from travel, greets me like you greet a friend, a kiss on either cheek. The shock of it goes straight down to my toes and reverberates back up again. But, later, I wonder if it wasn’t me who hid my lips.