engagement

the wives
of all the men i know
are jealous.

of my empty appartment, my apathetic cat,
the double bedsheets folded in two,
a half-empty shoe cupboard,
my lonely toothbrush,
the quarter cup measure of rice,
the eerily quiet sunday mornings
and the two potatoes a week instead of a dozen.

how do i explain to them,
what jealousy is?