Sitting together in the airport lobby
after bickering in the car the whole way there
I said look dear, you chose to marry me
an older man
and there are consequences!
I had been thinking of my thinning hair
my complicated past that still refuses
to leave us to ourselves
my growing sense
of transience and my own fragility
So - she responded - am I'm going to get spanked?
and we both laughed
moved closer
let the mood evaporate