How to Fight

You were gaining weight. You were
a slow continent, moored to
my feet. "We have reasons,
we have reasons, so we

That day, by the
supermarket, your plastic bag
sputtered two bottles of wine
and one jar of tomato sauce
on to the floor. No warm
dinner, no happy glow-

It looks like a crime
scene, you said. The wind
interrupted. Oh, crumpled
afternoon. I stared at my
shoes; you already

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