last night I fell in love with you again when we were cleaning up Cora's vomit
I was comforting her in the guest room
and when I came back you were on your hands and knees
scrubbing the carpet and your shape was perfect you
could have been praying or doing laundry in a river
I thought how I love you differently now how
our love is carved in wood etched in stone welded
in this place we share the food the bills the quilt
the hormonal changes the grief the milk the ice
the stains the medicine the wiping of brows
the sweeping of broken glass the mopping of vomit
I love you now and I will love you better tomorrow
after we finally sleep and the bile reek fades
and the sun’s blades reach out and cut us again
Originally from Boise, Idaho, James Dewey currently works in public affairs in Bogotá, Colombia.