Fragment: going to work, early

Yesterday is chasing me down the island, south, into today
Last night’s ill-advised late dinner turned into a series of IEDs as I drove towards morning
and dreams of guilt and frustration woke me, head aching, long before the hissing alarm
but the two bellows I left breathing in the bedroom are still facing the coals,
glowing – now brighter, now dimmer – in the crepuscular dawn.
One a flailing, snorting concertina; one the woman I stood to marry these many sunrises ago,
ahead of so many befores.