While you
come home
open a beer
watch TV.
While you
settle down in the same old chair
and talk about how tough things were
at the office
while hiding how often you
asked the secretary for a date
how often you
and your drinking pals
tried to pick up the girls at the bars.
While you
decide which bar you’ll head for tonight
or submerge yourself in the TV commercial,
She,
tries to forget
the tasteless catcalls
she put up with on her way to work
how she was propositioned by
the customers and the boss,
She,
tries to prepare dinner
fix up the house
smile at the kids
and tell herself: that your escapades
are just a passing fancy
that your whims are just a passing notion
and that in spite of everything,
is a happily married woman.