I lost my battle with the garden hose
it's pretzel shaped in the dirt
a thick green rubbery mass
that refused to be a circle for me
even though I coaxed it
invited it
then wrestled it
into submission.
I won the battle
with the garden hose
it no longer
snakes around the car
half wet in the puddle
of his washing
my plaid-shirted husband
in the Texas
No one else on the block
does anything outside
well, Hilton gets the paper.
I saw him once emerging from the garage
boxer shorts
a big white hairy bear.
I didn’t let him know
I saw him
I kept my eyes
directed down and didn’t
look up until I heard
the garage door close.
Cute. How's Texas treating you?
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