Organizing The Armorie

“She’s a bitch”
Says my future wife
to the speaker

“Chirst” She blurts
over a knotted necklace
she can’t fix

I know these moments seem so small
But I am gracious to have them all

–

The squeak of the floorboards
The chips in the paint, or
how the burners are too hot

We talk of painting the walls
Hanging up shelves and plants
The idea of years passing by

This little life plays so soft
while the smell of sage wafts

I am happy to know here
And here to know happy