The Day of Her Return

Innumerable boxes and bags of trash are on the street. Bed is made, dishes washed. I think I’m too weak and dizzy to handle the litter boxes. If domestic discipline were something I enjoyed this would’ve been a day for it. But today I’ve been dominated only by my sense of responsibility. And not being gifted at domestic arts - to put it kindly - the bed isn’t all that well made.

Time to clean myself and put on fresh clothes.

I was wondering what image I might want to use to embody Alexandra’s return. Easy to imaging a sumptuous Sardax dominatrix debarking a plane.

But Alexandra is my lover before she is anything else.

Everything I need to embody her is in my heart (if you’ll forgive little romantic sloppiness).

Happy, happy day.

Servilely master’d with a leathern rein!
But when he saw his love, his youth’s fair fee,
He held such petty bondage in disdain;