18 January 2010 | Vol. 9, No. 4


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.

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