My Husband by Sara Tusek
|Our daughter and my husband|
My husband in the pool.
My husband in his garden,
pulling the weeds, 25th of February, the way
my husband’s hair flies like bird feathers
under the sweatband
of his cap,
the squinting motion of his pale blue Slavic eyes
set bestride his nose,
all of this like an Eastern Europe video:
Rick Steves in his buttondown his graying hair his obsession with local food.
at his Wednesday seminar.
My husband vacuuming the carpets
after lunch while I teach.
My husband beside the Silver Patriot the bare knees and the shorts,
the objectification of my husband
by the Carmax people
My husband at Home Depot asking
where the soil is,
the pots and hoes,
my God, it’s earthy
my husband watching his PBS news,
my husband cooking fried eggs and potatoes,
my husband just
My husband with a beer, my husband
with his shoes off,
his slippers on, my husband’s white
beard hairs in the glow of a standup lamp.
My husband showered, my husband dried, the way my husband
slaps the aftershave, the drops
on the sink,
my husband with his fingers
on my neck,
to the tensed muscles I carried
my husband chiding me
for not relaxing
from the tension that pained me.
My husband brandishing aloft
his fingers from my neck, and listening.
--after "My Husband" by Rebecca Hazelton