I'm Sorry About Everything (In Order of Severity)
A poem to a husband who suspects nothing

Husband, I’m sorry about the chocolate
You know, the ones I said I “didn’t eat”
Husband, I’m sorry about those clothes
You know, the ones I said I’ve had “awhile”
Husband, I’m sorry about those shoes
You know, the ones I said I got on “sale”
Husband, I’m sorry about the lashes
You know, the ones I said were “naturally mine”
Husband, I’m sorry about my hair
You know, the hair I said I coloured at “home”
Husband, I’m sorry about the food
You know, the food I said I cooked “myself”
Husband, I’m sorry about those parcels
You know, the ones I told the postman to hide
Husband, I’m sorry about the banking app
You know, the one I said “keeps glitching”
Husband, I’m sorry about the credit card
You know, the one I said was “fraud, surely”
Husband, I’m sorry about the car
You know, that time a “stranger” hit it
Husband, I’m sorry about that thing —
the one you don’t know about yet,
but probably will one day,
and when that day comes, please keep in mind
that I had a plan, and then a backup plan,
and then a third plan for when the backup plan failed,
and after that, all the plans fell apart at the same time.
About the Creator
Zena
Writing my way through family secrets, DNA revelations, and the long work of healing old trauma. Stories of identity, roots, and the places that call us home.




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