Three of Us

Your boyfriend has been awake for hours

and he is making coffee in the kitchen.

Your boyfriend was in the kitchen 

cupboards looking for something

to put in his mouth. Your boyfriend

made enough coffee, barely, for three people.

Your boyfriend wasn’t counting me exactly: 

maybe counting himself twice. Your boyfriend

sang to himself so softly you didn’t hear him

under the grind of your coffee grinder, but I heard. 

He did not think, sings the tune without the words—

I thought that. He sings without thinking.