She was a goddess of the Domestic Arts,
a knitter of broken hearts,
a cooker of comfort foods,
a cleaner of sacred spaces,
a maker of beds—a woman who had chosen that path
because it was the only one her husband showed her.
She quit her family, choosing her lover & his children,
but found herself haunted by the husband & daughter she’d left behind.
When her lover died & she returned years later,
she saw she’d built her happiness on their unhappiness.
She ended a marriage to begin a relationship
that would never end in wedlock,
hoping her new love would make
her husband’s same mistake.
She married the man of her recurring dreams,
the man of one woman’s single nightmare,
only to find when she slept,
he became more real.
She went to rehab to overcome her alcoholism,
only to find the man addicted to pornography
who became addicted to her.