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21 Jul

It sits alone in a pool of salty grease.
It looks good, real good.
I watch her hands fold and gesture as she speaks.
What would she do if I picked it up with my hands?
Would she think me uncouth?

She studies it, looks back at me, and bites her nail.
I pour another glass of water.
She begins talking about work.
She’s stalling.

Placing both elbows on the table, I lean over it; guarding it.
“Can you please get some more water?” she asks.
I peer at her suspiciously.
Hesitantly swinging around, I gesture the waiter.

Turning back; she’s smiling, blinking slowly.
Like a cat in sunlight, she looks warm and content.
“I love you” she says sliding down into her seat.
“I love ……”
The plates empty.
“It was good” she says.


Morning Tea Conversation

10 Jun

“Hi Jen!” Belinda almost yelled.
“Oh, hi Belinda” Jen said burying her head into her shoulder.
“Have you seen this weekends weather?” Belinda continued, almost wetting herself with excitement.
“No, I haven’t” Jen replied, this time with an even more uninterested tone.
Belinda didn’t notice. She placed the tea towel into the mug and began swirling it around.
“Well, it’s going o be 15 and sunny!” Belinda continued looking up at an invisible sun.
‘Wow’ thought Jen. Another exciting weekend for Belinda and her bland husband.
She wondered what excitement they’d get up to this weekend? Another farmer’s market? A drive to the coast? Maybe even a picture show?
“Robert and I are going to the country to stay with his brother Gary.” said Belinda, breaking Jen’s train of thought.

“You know what I’m doing?” Jen quickly snapped.
She had had enough.

“I’m going to wait for my man Luke on the bench in the kitchen. I’ll hoist my skirt to my waist and place my legs on the table. When he enters the room I’ll take to my vagina with a knife and scream ‘why do you hate it?’ ”

There was silence in the small office kitchen.

Belinda stood still.
Her face dropped.
She leaned close to Jen and whispered “So you’ve seen our video?”