my body knew

two bathrobes hanging on the door.

one never fit you

still too worn to stay tied

it let in a chill.

wrapped in cocoa butter and Aesop,

on high thread count and soft pillows.

i lay restless.

a buzz on your nightstand

but your phone was with you

“for work”

always a good reason

before i wondered about the second robe,

before i noticed the sheets were fresh,

before i realized your second phone was identical,

my body knew.

her