Mary Petrosky
A Simple Declaration

How could you let that happen?
he demands as if I'd spilled red
wine all over his cream carpet
or forgotten to stir the sauce
and a crust of burnt tomato coated
the pot's bottom, as if I'd left the sheets
on the line in the rain or the windows
open and a flock of cedar waxwings
now circled the living room, as if I'd
borrowed his car and run it into
an old tree, or let a small child
topple from the top of the stairs
and not just said
I've fallen in love with you.