Agoraphobia

Pleasantries. Free golf, while your suit is pressed – I’d rather
Be apart for too long and you end up selling gold leftovers
In the kitchen. Still prouder: A word that means vacuuming, dishes
Writing on bar napkins in crayon, I drew this owl in pen, just for her
Home, growing into the couch, curtains, plastic, wrap
I’d rather be somewhere with fires, I’d rather broken bottles
When I can’t stop wishing. There was more velcro on my shoes
Anthologizing your fears, and what that would mean anyway.

I’d rather be better for the kids than you are and I am.
And it boils down to just this:
          The dogs need let out. The cat needs let out. Everything needs fed.