Torn between love and money, I watch as my hard won earnings bleed into the streets with each frivolous purchase made by my husband, who is indifferent to my suffering.
I panic and feel weak, disoriented and dizzy from shock and ongoing loss.
I fantasize about divorce, then gather myself and remind myself that I have survived worse, that I have more savings now than I’ve ever had before, as humble as my life is at present.
Ever industrious, I set to stitching my wounds.
I don’t want to be lonely and rich, but in my marriage I currently feel lonely and poor because my husband is not on my team and he embitters the fruits of my labor.
I’m not sure how I will ever clean up this spill.
Sage Burner Poetry 