55/365 My other woman

Do you know she calls you 

My "other woman?"

She's just joking

But she means it.

I crawl into bed ad 2:30 Friday morning

She turns the other way

Mumbles, half-asleep, that my collar smells

Like diner food and second-hand smoke.

I assure her I love her more than anything

It's just, Thursday nights only happen once a week

And Sam says next week's feature is amazing

And if we've never heard them before we need to go

Because they're going to blow us "the f-&#" away

And how could I stay home and miss that?

I love that.

She rolls her head back onto the corner of my pillow

Opens one skeptical eye

...

"More than anything?"