For My Wife
Remember that night in bed laughing
when I said
If gross was net
We wouldn’t be
In this predicament
Life in 2025
Always one minor inconvenience away
From complete disaster
Flat tire on a random Wednesday afternoon
I’m fucked
You’re fucked
But at least we can always look forward to our weekly midday fuck while the kids are away
Have you ever felt lonely
In a house full of kids
You ever have one of those mornings
Where ya sit on the edge of the bed and think to yourself
Man if I only had the courage to pull the plug on this goofy ol’ arcade game we call adult life Instead we take a long quiet walk on a gray winter afternoon
Over the years we’ve discovered that it ain’t always necessary to have something to say The silence between us is sometimes an essential part of conspiring to survive what’s lurking around the next corner
Johnny cakes and scrambled eggs
One week until payday
Babe somehow we always make it out through the other side
Coasting across the finish line on fumes clutching a fistful of change bound for the Coinstar machine
And it sure doesn’t take much convincing for us to realize that these are the days
These are the glorious stressful wonderful outrageous messy hysterical motherfuckin’ days
Tim Murray (1977-) was conceived, born, raised, and resides in Northwest Indiana.
