Outside the Bedroom
1.
You slouch in the car seat
and mumble ich will nicht ausserhalb vom Schlafzimmer.
I believe it’s about the long red light
blocks from your husband’s home.
There is a pressure outside
the bedroom as potential witnesses
bike the crosswalk.
You cover your eyes
like your three-year-old daughter
scared of seeing something awful.
2.
I stand on the balcony
as you pedal away.
I want to pedal next to you
and do ordinary things—
casual walks, Café Apropos
and the Columbus museum.
But you pedal faster.
When you’re gone,
I find weeks of your hair.
3.
We can go onto the balcony.
It’s getting cooler. I want to show you
the large oak tree. It will hide us.
I have bread we can roll
into pebbles and toss onto the yard
to occupy the robins.
The neighbors are at work.
We have this place to ourselves.
4.
Getting used to using each other—
I watch you put your clothes
back on and leave.
In the morning,
there’s a pleasure
smell of you,
two sets of earrings
on the nightstand,
artifacts under dust.
Sean Karns is a poet living in Illinois. His work has appeared in various national literary journals. The above poem originally appeared in Folio and is reprinted here by permission of the author.

This is perfect:
“When you’re gone,
I find weeks of your hair.”
Thanks for posting this. I’ve really enjoyed being exposed to so many different authors and poets from this site. Waking up, the sand has been rubbed from my hibernating poetry eyes.
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I concur with Deborah. The image of finding weeks of hair is great. I found this piece a bit disorienting in time, narrative, and gender, and I enjoyed the feeling.
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