bits remembered

his y-chromosome certainty
as he smiles, telling me
it will all be okay
in the end.

autumn-angled glare,
a nuisance calling
on northern currents
pushed aloft by southern heat
giving way, giving up,

the closer the sun,
the colder the air,
nature's irony.

twenty minutes to marital bliss,
the folly of thinking
twenty-four hours could be boiled down,
distilling an essence of intimacy.

3 a.m. infomercials
promising short-cuts to tighter
abs, firmer thighs,
fingering the phone,
never making the call.

& the daily reminder, a private
joke I'd share with you, but I tell
it to the wind and keep my secrets
to myself.