FORBEARANCE

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:11pm

I hear The Peepers through My Left

Surf out to My Right

My Left Hand rests on My Husband’s Thigh

My Pills I’ve taken for The Night

The Day is closing, nondescript

though visited Mother-in-law (ex)

to make sure Eliza’s Prom Dress zipped

(It did)

made home-made pizza —

was a hit

in bed now, early

quit