Originally published in Eclectica Magazine, October 2004
and rinses the day
from sunburned skin.
Marriage is new, and means moments
of taming house and family,
rhubarb in pies and partnerships,
and guarding the pulse of home
and her heart.
The frontier was disguised in lace,
the grit of the new life discovered-
trapped in her teeth-
after the first cut and taste of wedding cake.
She pools water on the tile floor,
dirty with her duties,
and allows it to dry,
evaporate away.
She is bound for the bedroom,
to loot through laundry,
and look for a slice of herself.
Andrea Jazwiecki 2004