apartness

how easily
she sleeps. unburdened
by love.
distant and aloof
in her dreams,
not unlike when she's
awake
and kneeling in her
garden.
she tells you to dig
a long carved
row
for her French drain.
push the wheel
barrow full of stones
to the top
and pour.
she leaves you alone
at night.
it confuses her, this thing
she's stuck in.
keeping a pen
and paper nearby on
the nightstand,
for things
to do to keep us
apart and tired, to
keep us unglued.