When I come home from a double shift,

my husband pours a glass of wine

My dog licks the salt off of my feet and I wonder if she’s OCD or if she just loves me — or if they just taste like an ancient instinct.

Sometimes I think of this moment in the middle of the chaos of the shifts.

I know that in a few more hours those who know me best will welcome me home

and that I won’t even remember how tired my body felt when the weeds were growing all around me and my mind was filled with the tension of failed perfection.


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