Quandary

I am in a quandary, knee deep and sinking fast.

My gut has been unsettled for well over a week.

It is with morbid preoccupation that I mull moving within a year,

To another apartment, to another job, fearful of other changes looming.

We are not moving, I can't change jobs yet, and yet.

We have changed from a life too hard, to one too prickly.

Fussy us. Anger over a haircut done not to request

Months ago. Anger over an incident with putting taps on my

dance shoes, over 25 years ago, when I should have said,

No, make it right.