18 January 2010 | Vol. 9, No. 4
Honeymoon
New husband, I have no
faithfulness to spoon into
our morning coffee,
and our evenings
are predictable as
the instars of caterpillars.
You snore, offer nothing
but warmth to the air
under our comforter
while your hand dangles
like a half-used bag of flour
on my stomach.
What have I ever known
but the drumming fingers
of insomnia? I've never
tested such stillness,
this delicate folding
of my torso to fit
my body into yours.
As you knead the night
breezes with the abiding
heat of your breath, raise
the sheets like dough
around us, the curtain
at the open window
slaps itself again
and again against
the screen, like a blind truck,
hexed to live forever
in a time loop of collision.
New husband, I'm no wife.
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About the author:
Saara Myrene Raappana has new poems forthcoming in Isotope, Spoon River Poetry Review, South Carolina Review, and the Cincinnati Review, among others. She holds an MFA from the University of Florida and currently lives in Gainesville, Fla. with her husband. She's an editor for cellpoems.org, a poetry journal distributed via text message.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Saara Myrene Raappana at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 9, No. 4, where "Honeymoon" ran on January 18, 2010. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
