model homes

They lived in model homes
so he knew exactly where to take her
when he carried her up the stairs.
Her house was like his house,
except their bed was in a different place
from his and his wife’s, which was by the bathroom,
whereas theirs was by the window.

As they fucked and he saw her face writhe with pleasure
and pain — guilt, and real existence -
he couldn’t help but see his wife’s face.
He knew exactly where to take her
in these next moments before they came.
Model wives and husbands, no -
but they did love their model homes.