Image by AnnieGreenSprings via FlickrMy husband was gone two weeks,
before his father tracked him
down, dragged him back to me,
afro crowned with lint, cheeks
sunken. I ran him a bath, scrubbed
his body, his head, picked the lint out,
the way he picked at the carpet
when he thought I wasn’t looking.
Published in the Summer 2006 issue of r.kv.r.y quarterly literary journal
http://www.ninetymeetingsinninetydays.com/TwoWeeks.html
XOXO
Slushy
