The heat of my body
Still clings to the fabric of my shirt
As it slides down the wall and rests
On the floor near the laundry basket
The music of our fight ends in silence
A trail of condom wrappers
Maps out our love life
Not even Hansel and Gretel
Could find their way back
To the passion that started this argument
Striking a balance
On the see-saw of marriage
Is to miss the thrill of the ride
I climb into bed with nothing
He is paralyzed with victory
Helen Kantor is pleased to announce that her husband has turned the poem that appears in the Poetry in the Windows project into a piece of fiction.