for my husband
because
you are angry
i lock
myself in the upstairs room.
because
you are angry
i go to
my stash of smutty books
to steamy
sex scenes, reckless seductions
words
laced with laughing gas, ether in the ink
to
fantasies of smoldering eyes
chiseled
cheekbones, hard muscled shoulders
to a hero
whose face i change to yours
the
husband who won’t touch me.
my skin
cells are starving, wasting away, dying
because
you are angry.