tuesday is a terrible way to spend 1/7 of your life

she sat on the kitchen floor while the dog
danced for her
in enduring excitement
for unconditional approval
and in the living room knocking about
he packed up his things
it shouldn’t have been a crime
to speak the truth
but that didn’t stop her from crying
just loud enough that he could hear
without understanding.
‘I think i’ve got everything,’ he said,
‘if I missed anything just have Roland drop it off
or throw it away
i don’t care.’
when the door slammed shut
she waited
and patted the dog on the head
and when the car started in the street
she waited
and when the sound of the engine faded away…

(originally published in Literary Burlesque)

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