After five on a winter day

We almost miss your anger
when we walk through the door.

The air cracks like a shell
as we busy ourselves unbuttoning
jackets and untying shoe laces.
The air is still cracking
as we oven-roast vegetables
and pan-grill chicken for supper.

The air cracks a little more
as I hear her in the darkness
softly tell her mother
she would take away the roof
over your head if you weren’t

I fall asleep thinking of redemption,
of the ways we could restore,
of things to do to save us,
of how this could be forgiven
but never forgotten.


I hope he loves you in flowers

I hope the man who loves you
brings you flowers every season
Calendulas at the beginning of winter
and Cyclamen when it gets brutal
Daffodils when spring comes around
and Lilies right before summer

I hope he comes on the first day of summer with Daisies at his back and
Lavender, when you’re sad because summer’s leaving

I hope Autumn begins with Aster x Frikartii and
when the sun starts to set earlier
I hope he sends forget-me-nots to say
he thinks about you constantly

I hope he sends you Tulips after a fight
Jerusalem Sage when you’re down with a cold
and White Roses when you feel like you are difficult to love

I hope he plants flowers in the corners
of your soul and waters them diligently
and on nights when life has pushed you over the edge
I hope he buries his nose in your neck
like you do your flowers and plants a thousand kisses there

Most of all, I hope he opens his heart to you like fresh flowers
I hope he leaves the petals of his love in valley between your fingers
and I hope he loves you for reasons you did not even know were possible