Tortoise-shell sunglasses in your hand,
You mouth the words across the room,
Does he notice?
Call your man later,
He's making it bigger with every word you speak,
Your husband interrupts.
Explain some lie away
As your hand attempts to slither from your hole,
But he notices.
What an inconvenient thing a husband is,
This fleshy nuisance flashing rage and beating you
Until you bleed.