balloon animals, the most fulfilled

there is sun in the morning, coming down on our mattress a waning child of light, splitting us down the middle. i am living with you. we have a bed. we watch movies sitting on our floor. when the wood becomes rough on the surface we put down a rag carpet and curl to sleep, puppies in our dogbed, three, four blankets.

we have a kitchen and we eat as we cook. once i slipped on a slightly watery floor and broke a dish. i stripped in the bathroom and soaked the shirt in the sink, the wrists worn, the loose button swimming down to the drain too fast for my eye.

i stayed with you until the ring grew too small on my finger. you are the first to remember when my hands still fit on you.