My Husband's Sandwich Contains a "Break" - Resident of Room 608

The world my husband lives in
seems to have no such thing as a "break."

He didn't drop it,
and he didn't forget it.
From the very beginning,
he never had one.

That is why my husband
goes to work every day.
Without doubt,
without checking,
he lives in a world
that has no breaks.

I do not
explain this to him.
I do not try to persuade him.

I simply
make him a sandwich every day.

The fillings change depending on the day.
Today,
I made a pork cutlet sandwich.

And,
inside the sandwich,
I also tuck in a "break."

"Stop for a moment,"
"That's enough for today,"
"Go to bed early," and so on,

words like these
are tucked in along with the ham and eggs,
changing daily.

And,
this "break" filling
is actually quite thick.

Moreover,
it has no taste,
and no texture.

But,
I am certainly
tucking in a "break."

And my husband
heads out
carrying the "sandwich."


And the sandwich
heads out
carrying my "husband."


If anything, the break
heads out
carrying the "sandwich and my husband."




And my husband
does not notice
that a "break"
is tucked into his sandwich,


nor does he notice
that he himself
is being carried away
by the "sandwich."

No, it is better that he doesn't notice.

Because he doesn't notice,
the world keeps turning today as well.