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.