the husband in the basement

she tells me about her new

lover boy.

we don't just make love she says,

we have

a relationship.

we do things together

and go places.

oh,  i say,

like what?

well, she says, we drove by

the zoo last week,

we were lost

looking for the exit ramp

to the freeway,

and tonight we're going

to the liquor store

after we go to Target

for some sweatpants.

i'm going to make

him pancakes

in the morning, but at his

house, not mine,

because my husband still

lives in the basement

and his wife finally moved out.