for me it was when you ate the last grapefruit 

now, as i stare out the window at the wet grass,

the sage in the backyard

i remember 

when you said good morning (and smiled)

knowing my grapefruit was in your stomach 

probably still whole, 

(most likely)

unchewed & unloved

now with free will, I take my tea, and sit on the porch to read,

i will sleep in the same bed as you

and laugh at your jokes, dance to your record

but tomorrow, when i go to work

i will throw my head back in the car 

and relish knowing 

exactly how you feel 

when you can't find the last block 

of raspberry chocolate 

wood, ceramics, dried fruit / 2024