Lies I Tell My Wife

It’s okay.

Don’t worry about

No, no, I’m fine going
by myself.

Oh, the kids and I
are just fine.

In bed again
since 11 a.m.

Sunday up at 9,
she eats, reads,
goes back
to bed.

“I set the alarm
for 11:30,”
she says.

I check in at 12.

“I can’t,” she says.

I know what
you need.

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You need your

I know you

I’m not worried.

“I need to come
home,” she says.
“I put everything
in the wagon
back in the shelves.”

The phone presses against
my ear.

“It’s okay,” I say.
“Come home,
my love.”



Image by Nell Moralee.