Displacement

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

women,

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.

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