16.02.03 - 6:46 p.m.

we all have our faults; my husband hates himself
for being neglectful two days a year and
slow to the mailbox, i zero in
on soft spots
ruefully, skillfully and shop compulsively after fights.
none are particularly worse than others, i tell
him - none are really faults until ignored,
it isnt logical to hate yourself, just
to allow them to flourish uncorrected and
he is unshaven, quiet and teary, cross
with everyone standing arms folded protectively
across his narrow chest and i am sassy
hand on hip wanting to know why he just doesnt
fix it? when i remember: that
is another of mine, unsympathetic to illogic.