WAITING ROOM

And you hesitate after saying hello, then ask
and she replies she’s fine, which is a lie.
There is something awful wrong with her.
And she hesitates then asks you
And you lie too Lady Macbeth.

Now you can both complain
about your husbands. You speak of the rain
gathered like a mob lashing the windows
it’s as if it’s punishing us, she says.

You glance at the windows.
The woods seem to shift forward.