I woke from dreaming because of the dogs
I was ordering Chinese for grandparents
Who have been dead for almost 30 years,
My husband sat at a table with important men
Talking of revitalizing the system.
I look back on the year almost gone
And the years that actually have been lived
You may tell me that this is but a drop
In an ocean, that this too will pass
Then why do I feel like a carcass
Has been saddled on me? Something
I never craved or grieved? I miss the luxury
Of ordering Chinese, the husband busy
With his cronies, the kids away from home
Dogs and I nit-picking on the streets we own.