I watch the speech on the television
While I fold laundry
His shirts his socks all of him
folded back into my drawers.
The president looks good tonight
And I go to bed poking him in bed
Saying softly the war is over now.
And because he is still asleep and
Because his dreams stretch so far
Like an atlas or a long set of orders
To Iraq to Afghanistan to the Horn of Africa
And to that look I gave him in the kitchen
He whispers which one?