marital bliss

my tongue was scalded on your coffee
this morning at eight fifteen
my muffled scream did not make it
through the bathroom door into your shower

while you tried to wash last night's me off
to start your day clean of family
and bad sex.

my tongue was scalded again on your lips
this morning at eight thirty
when I tried to kiss you goodbye
at the front door on your way to work

while you just pushed past to the Pathfinder
to start your day clean of me
and our bad life.