Outside Your Darkened Door

my husband is jealous of this machine
the laptop confessional

In his mind the invisible audience of men
perhaps, or the time I spend awake after midnight
not wound in sheets, not blinking into darkness
while he breathes deeply beside me

the adultery of my attentions

he has threatened to destroy the object, using
I suppose that force all men resort to
when confounded
because I get bored so easily, in front of
the TV
and his definition of family time
is grouping

and my eyes are more easily focused
on the fine print, when I'm alone
and the room is dark
so now I wait

up all night, lit from beneath
sitting in a hard chair
my back to the bedroom