She falls off the dining room chair
and announces
with great conviction
that her arm is broken
I give her arnica
and tell her she’s fine
he gets an ice pack
and wonders if we should
x-ray tonight
which I suppose
is why we’re a good team
in bed
I catch her whispering
into the sleeve
of her unicorn
pajamas
I hope you get better
so I can do gymnastics
but I also kind of
want a cast
which makes me go downstairs
and kiss my husband
this tall and funny man who wove
his worries into me
and together
like two people writing a story
from opposite ends
we met in the middle
and made her.