she
was drowning in his flannel,
her toes chilled against the kitchen tiles.
her pony tail
drooped down her back,
bleached fly-aways framing her face.
ripped knee-socks
covered her legs
and flakes of mascara covered
around her eyes.
she helped him make breakfast,
spilling the milk
and burning her finger on
the frying pan.
-
he
watched her make a mess,
her grogginess
more beautiful
than any red carpet model.
