Weeknights
I find that I am keeping silent more often.
I don’t like repeating myself.
The danger for doing so is greater after three years.
So now we watch late night television in silence.
Except when I ask if she wants a cigarette.
Idling
The crooked rearview announces the traffic piling up.
I can’t stop fidgeting in the driver’s seat.
Kelly studies the gas station to the right, waiting for my answer.
Candlelight
I suspect this is the last dinner we’ll ever have together.
Kelly orders lasagna and a beer.
I get alfredo with white wine.
She frowns at my choice and I frown at hers.
We split the bill.
Samuel X. Brase writes about punk music regularly for East Meets Left <http://eastmeetsleft.com/>. While that plays in the background, he also
writes short fiction for various journals, with the hope that one day Steven Spielberg will option movie rights on his unwritten novel.
