Hours of War

You walk through me

to remind me you’re there

I pour cheerios in my

bowl and drop two on the floor

You’re back and I’m wiping

your spit off my face

I open the fridge and

there’s no milk

You mock me in my ear

and jab my side with your nails

I eat the cereal dry with my fingers

in my over-sized work clothes

You kick my shins and push

your thumbs under my eyes

I glare at the TV hating you

and loving you somehow

You know I am lost and

I’ve accepted that now