this is our morning - the alarm goes off
on his side of the bed. he sleeps facing west.
he rises his torso and says "stop" to the robot
that lives inside the display. she stops.
i stir. he turns and speaks, but i can't understand
because my ears are still asleep. my eyes stuck closed.
"wha?" i lift myself and he says "i love you."
and i say "oh" and then "i love you too" and after 16 years
it just occurs to me this morning
that the first thing he says to me each day
is "i love you" and i wonder how long he's been doing that
and i feel both careless and adored as i bang my head on the wall
while trying to get my slippers on so I can feed that cats.