May 10, 2002
Once he stayed out all night, didn’t tell his new bride where he was going. She called the cops and the highway patrol and her mom. Waiting in the green plush 10 dollar armchair looking out the window, crying her naive tears. Door opens, 4am, “Hey.” And then he crawls into bed while she wonders what is this feeling, this empty, this vacuum sucking my joy, who is this person, what is he doing to me, why did I do this, will he get better, will I change now, will I survive this? She waxes lost in 4am raging night.