Hard Day’s Rest
All secrets are witnessed when
two noble souls do begin
in compacted perfection
that dubious connection
called marriage.
She swallows his stories,
his bits of old glory,
and unguents of apology
for his deeds of biology.
Arguments feed a marriage
like water running through.
It’s when conversation stops
that it’s just she and you.
Yet holding her feels
like a hard day’s rest,
with her pink shell of an ear
against his tired chest.
Brenda Mox is a poet and visual artist from Virginia. Her work has been published in Wingless Dreamer, Bewildering Stories, Down in the Dirt, Blaze Vox, Ariel Chart, Neo Poet, Discretionary Love, Corporeal, Heart and Mind, Edge of Humanity, Poetry Pacific, New Myths, Poetry for Mental Health, Postcards from Young Unicorns journals, Eber and Wein Anthology.
