Sitting on the carpet combing tracks down your long brown hair with a blue-handled brush —
Sitting on the carpet across from your wrinkled hands shuffling cards for a game of Gin —
Sitting on the carpet with my knees tucked inside my nightgown, mouth cartoon-like forming the words,
“Tell ’em Large Marge sent ya.”
Little you giggling —
Sitting on the carpet by the sliding glass door where the morning sun warms me like a cat napping.
You there, reading the Wednesday paper on Sunday, butt up in the air. You there, coming in from the market with bunches of brown paper bags, no handles, filled with Pepsi Free and Herr’s potato chips.
You. You. You.
Lying in bed on the top bunk in a wood cabin in Maine, you pushing my mattress up with your feet.
Lying in bed in the dark before midnight, phone between my pillow and my ear, you strumming the opening chords to “I Will.”
Lying in bed next to you watching Clueless, high on the Percoset you crushed into my black tea with honey —
Lying in bed just after the kids fall asleep, but just before I’m too tired to talk about my day … and yours.
You there, looking over at me, wondering what to do next. You there, proposing a back rub.
You. You. You.
You, your back to me, dancing drunk to Blues Traveler.
You, your back to me, roller blading down F Street.
You, your back to me, stir frying chicken strips in Teriyaki sauce, Billie Holiday singing “What A Little Moonlight Can Do.”
You, your back to me, on the beach behind Dolphinarium, music too fast for slow dancing.
You on your belly, too old anymore for Playmobil, for running over Roman soldiers with a Greek chariot —
You in the winter sun, face painted like an 18th century whore, dancing with ten other five year olds to “Gangnam Style.”
You leaning down, button nose towards the purple poppy, sniffing it the same way your father did when I fell in love with him.
You, head of curls on my lap, breathing with ease once again. You there, scent like shampoo.
You there. You. You. You.
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