at 3 a.m.
awake
because
my man
is still
fussing
with his bed sheets
frowning
at his box springs
i reflect
upon
my resolve
to stay.
a pillow flies
across the room
as my man
decides
he needs
just one.
“two pillows,”
he says
“are superfluous.”
i smile.
he says superfluous.
my man.