MY WIFE ASKED ME WHY MEN CHEAT

I wake up late

work starts late

say goodbye to the baby,

look into my wife’s eyes as if to say something like I love you and I have to go now

here’s the morning train

at the morning station

here’s my clacking keyboard

the adjustment of the adjustment

here’s the pinkening sky,

there the oranging buildings

k smoke pours out of the adjacent office space

converted gleefully into an apartment;

our neighbors are young forever.

writhing in flourescence.

here’s my still-clacking keyboard

the adjustment of the adjustment’s adjustment

here’s a sky so black and blue

maybe even raining

again, here’s the train

a straight line home

what can we do to save tonight,

drugs, dessert, sex in the spare bedroom

she says she’s tired, 

she goes to sleep,

I go to bed too late,

playing chicken with the moon