Welcome to Day Fourteen. Spoiler alert. Tomorrow’s post is scheduled for prose. The poems have asked for hump day off. Thank you for joining me.
Table For Two
You could cut the space between
them with a serrated bread knife
hard and crusty silence
like the Berlin wall
stone cold divider of love
if you could cut it at all
the art of eavesdropping,
which I have down to a science
tells me that the love has faded,
died on the vine
shriveled up and gone
for goodness sakes
go back and pick a memory, ya’ll
discuss it till you are
blue in the face
and then say
i love you
like you mean it
pick a good one
like the one when your lips first
“Said I do”
young and blushing
red hot with new love
then get the check
and go
go
back to speaking like you did
those first thirty years
before the love
became so damn stinkin’ quiet
Your well-done steak
With Heinz
Can wait
But your love
Needs
Tabasco
Go
Before it takes a sledge hammer
To
Tear down that wall
And you are left
Deafened
By the silence you once
feared
elizabeth w. marshall 