old couple
eats every meal together
him busting out witticisms in between eager bites
and punctuates each with YEAH! or OK!
gosh i never heard so many wonderful opinions!
i encourage him-
-how were those olympic protests today, Harry?
YEAH! OK!
she listens or doesn’t listen
quietly. and then she laughs and says something simple
and he looks at her smiling and starry-eyed
still in love
like clockwork 1 AM every night
he gets up to piss
and i hear the floorboards creek
my visions of gooey underwear of summer nights past
interrupted by his unapologetic fart:
BLAT!
I laugh. I’m in love with them!
me alone in my room with my internet breasts and unfinished screenplay and jesus and silence.
