By Kateri Boucher

Do you remember when
all that time ago
last Sunday
you asked to be held
in the
tension?
Said yes, I will stay in
the tension
And the wine and pita
and big old
orange moon
were your friends
and witnesses?

Well now it’s almost Thursday
and you haven’t even looked
for the moon all week,
much less
seen it,
and the tension feels lonelier
tonight than you remembered
and half the power’s out
and the mice have found the rice
and left a little trail
down to the basement

But even now I suppose
it isn’t too late to crack
a smile at the whole damn
mess,
light a candle in the kitchen,
sweep up the rice,
remember that you asked
to be held because you
already are,
and anyway
it’s just
3 more days now
til next Sunday