I know how that scar was born In college One wild night With friends and too much drink A wild gesture Loud laughter A hand

I read love poems at breakfast and wept For emotion expended and contained While in the basement you ran on the treadmill And I knew

It lives in the kitchen In the cracks in the floor In the time it takes a dishwasher to be emptied In a gas tank

With someone else I might have had a child. He might have had one, too.               (I tuck the