and roamed the streets like mad escaped
prisoners during that December blackout?
you were drunk for the first time and said
‘I love you, Alec’ and I turned to you
thinking, rather knowing, my name
wasn’t Alec, and I told myself, ‘why start an argument
with the night so young,’ and besides, most
wives make such mistakes now and again, right?
How's Your Sister?:
by Anne Goodwin