One Thousand Wives The secret is my husband has many wives. One for bluebird mornings, one for doubt in the afternoon. One for the stretch of evening when the children perform their endless rituals. There is the business wife. The wanting wife. The wife who stands on the front porch and needs to talk to you. For a time we have the good wife. The thin wife. Eventually the dead wife. The ghost of every woman who tried to change for you.
As a man changes, so do his needs in a woman
