- Expecting
We haven't slept together in six weeks—I'm keeping track. In bed, she says, "Let's try."
I bleat my Yoda voice: "There is no try.Do, or do not." She groans, strips to her socks.
"I'll brush my teeth," I say. "Do you have to talk?"
"Sorry," I say. "And don't apologize."
I click the lamp. It feels like exercisestraining for the right angle. My back cracks—"Like this?" I ask. "Or this?"
After, she yawns:"It's cold in here." I pinch the sheet betweenmy toes, sliding it up to cover her.
"Am I still beautiful?" "Of course you are,but I have to pee." I peck her damp forehead.
"Did it feel different?" she asks. "Crowded." [End Page 384]
BRIAN BRODEUR is the author of five poetry collections, including Self-Portrait with Alternative Facts (2019) and the chapbook Local Fauna (2015). He teaches at Indiana University East.