She Would Not Leave the House

Her house I mean. She gleaned attention at safe distance from known comedians she entertained virtually on a site no longer . . . But that's a story I'm not 

ready to share. She sipped fizz-sparklets all day every day and wrote

witty playthings that sparked other gems from people who would not

recognize her if she were to leave the house

But she would not leave the house. Her yard

was crafted by her husband she met online who engineered in beautiful lines

artistic blooms and brick paths that kept her entertained

while she remained safely in the house she would not leave. Her personality 

a known commodity came out when she wrote to people online 

sometimes even individually although she would not stray 

with her lean body outside except out back 

where she admired what her husband had made 

unless on that day she requested him to scrap his work and begin again a kind of Zen between them