Trouble in Eternity

The trouble is in eternity, the Angels say, 
Where my Mormon husband twenty years
Divorced believes in his sleep that we 
Are married still. Always he is sleeping 
And always he is at my side, crying 
Wife, wife, wife, wife, and I am jacking 
Up the car he’s crying wife, and I am 
Building a set of shelves, he’s crying 
Wife, and I am harvesting the garlic 
That I’ve planted in the yard, he stands 
There, eyeless, crying wife, though I’ve long since
Thrown my cubic zirconium into the Puget Sound.