Marital Main Course

The below poem is for Day 19 of Poem-a-Day – Write a Wheel Poem (prompt contributed by Madeline Sharples).

Photo by Ruth Elkin

Round and round we poach
and boil and rage
and simmer and stew, then
lick
our wounds and
like
the smiles out of each
other until the next
round of freewheeling love, these marriage bags
let out all the trash as each
day drags on, emptying us of things we cooked
up that we’d rather not look at, swept away,
tossed aside until we lay
resting beside each other,
ready
for a dessert well-earned