Sorting laundry

I come across

my black sweater

still thick after two days

with the smell of you.

Though the morning

is much too hot

I put it on.

At Trader Joes

I talk on my cell phone

telling every juicy bit

to my best friend

while I buy your

favorite Chardonnay

and shape of pasta.

I stop at Barnes & Noble

and a buy a book

that you might like to read

while I cook for you.

We watch American Idol

because you want to

and I pretend

to care who wins.

I do this happily.

I am a girl again.

All that I once knew

of love and men has shed

like an old skin.

I operate on instinct now

my lizard brain in charge.