A Prisoner
The chickadee inside my
chest, next to my heart
imprisoned, but singing
And I, mostly not listening –
chickadee, forgive me.
Please don’t stop.
The Husband
When he is deep inside her suddenly she sees
what he is doing: he is like a man in a mineshaft
clay walls wet, tracks
fading into the distance
he carries a weak flashlight
peers forward
What is he doing?
Is he afraid of snakes?
No, he is seeing the other man,
the rival, the brother, the father, the God.