Gone workin'

When your husband's gone workin'
(in a distant city, like Gibraltar
or Maastricht),
nothing seems as fun
and the days seem
longer.
I wish for things like
shoulders,
bad jokes,
Old Spice
deodorant.

But then tonight I made a pizza.
And it dawned on me,
that with my husband
long gone,
I could put mushroom
after mushroom
across the
entire
pie.