I won’t see you today.
I’m wearing your favorite top
anyway: an act of aggression
you will never find out about.
I use these small actions to get
through your absence. When
I see you I won’t remember
being angry but I will have left
the house every day this week:
a victory too tiring to articulate.
By then your favorite top will
have cycled through the wash.
I might wear it: an act of contrition
you will register but not understand.