One Must Divorce Oneself
by Nance Van Winckel

:from the trouble. From the woman
walking out with the box of herself
from the man. That rattle
on the backseat. From
the man's ache as he lights
the stove and the stalled
whatwhatwhat begins
to stew. From the dog
wagging from one
to the other: who
who who
holds the leash
to the former life?