The Wives

by Tarryn Fisher

The flickering tongue reminds me of my brief stint with smoking. To look cool, mostly—I never inhaled,

Same.. I did the same.

a snoring husband whom I kick during the night,

Lucky to have this

“Lovers’ quarrel,”

We’re all just waiting for someone to stand behind us, aren’t we? Even if it’s just one person, it gives you strength.”