Sometimes Saturn shows up on feminist feeds
and my partner quietly smothers his feelings
the start is no place to go
what does he say but silence?
And wives are taken years before marriage
when silence is the best way to communicate
what’s more boring and heavier than a woman’s nag
that carries trails of dead, uncrumbling walls
from the start of civilization
he carries the weight of oppressing
while fighting off his privilege
and she carries the history of oppression
while nagging him to deafness
both bearing the weight of therapists
that they’ve been taught to expect
and shedding the structure of family
that inheritance and nationalities
and their inequalities are made of.
And so darkness passes like a cloud
and aloneness fills a few days
but they crawl on to happiness
and know it will pass
alongside the muddy murk of injustice
because they love or whatever it is called
that passionate burst of hormones
entangled with care and tenderness.
It’ll pass and the cycle might repeat
but it passes.