J’s got a huge day tomorrow. Presenting to his superiors 4 tiers up about a cause that he believes in is not the simplest or relaxing task, and yet he made time to fulfill my request of making dinner tonight. Why do I not remember that we almost tore each other’s throat out, that I walked out on him several times and resulting in a couple of new cellphones (he threw mine across the room), that he didn’t get me a valentine’s day or birthday or anniversary gift? It’s because of these small 30 minute (meals or) acts that make me sigh and put up with the garbage that isn’t taken out NOW, laundry that is only my burden, the towels that weren’t picked up, the fact that he dragged me across the US and away from my home.
I am just that simple.
flavorful fog fills
happy nose, hungry stomach
my burger awaits
