to keep

here is the man i married
his great gentle hands
each the size of a dinner plate.
since I met him
I have long suspected
that I might unravel in those hands
like a soft skein
of gray wool
and simply be no more
- to never again fear to sleep
and never again unwind in worry
Here is the man I married.
I picture him gently
saving my loose threads in a cardboard box
carried to the closet
placed among his other things
labeled “to keep.”