Mama said my home
Is where my husband is
They nodded and I
searched in all the places I knew
Obvious places; the office with its tie sporting
men and clickity clackity
at his mothers’, no – not in the kitchen
or inside his closet,
I went to his haunts – his hunting spot his bowling place
his burger joint his best friend’s space
my husband lost, and I, displaced.
My home is where my husband is.