I'm sorry I wasn't here when you got home.
I decided not to go to Pilates
and tie myself into a knot trying to stay toned for you.
Instead, I went to the hairdresser
chopped off my platinum tresses
and dyed my hair back to its natural acorn brown.
I stopped at Saks Fifth Avenue,
returned that low-cut silk saffron dress you wanted to show me off in.
Exchanged it for a pair of denim jeans
and a cotton tee-shirt with a butterfly silk-screened on it.
A butterfly emerging from the cocoon,
spreading her golden wings,
kissed by the sun for the first time.
I went to the bank with the yellow sapphire earrings and necklace
and the rest of the jewelry you bought me.
I had it locked in the vault.
It's safer there than lying around the house.
I won't be eating any more fancy foods with names I can't pronounce:
rumaki, escargot or bouillabaisse.
They have always been too rich for my tastes.
I will be stopping at the deli on my way home
to get some take-out macaroni and cheddar cheese.
Warm and delicious,
I am going to love it.