over basketball
we come clean with our spent day
he out shoots me; wins

meandering drives:
his through streets, mine through planning;
family meets career

girls sing their way home
in Spain, street dinners would start
here? hollow, dark paths

i’m trapped here for now
because i love kids too much
equal, theirs and mine

over drinks divulged
the story of single life
that he saved me from

penniless in months
i’ll press my lips against his
and let love beat all

better than harsh words
or baseball abandonment
why i married him

we will survive this
as hard as the year in Spain
that i so long for