My husband and I don’t fight often
but when we do
it’s often about our keys
like today when I realize
he has taken my key
for the roof box on our car
and the anger heats up in my fingernails
as we text jagged syllables
back and forth
until finally
he takes a sharp turn
into silliness
announcing he is going to sleep
in the roof box tonight
and I have the most wonderful
emotional whiplash
everything brittle in pieces at my feet
and my insides are soft again
wedged open by the glorious crack
of laughter.