No More Meatloaf Tacos
We usually have meatloaf tacos on Saturday.
So I knew something was up when instead of having meatloaf tacos for dinner on Saturday
the house was half-empty and She was nowhere to be found.
I wish I could get in touch with her and find out what happened –
we’ve been married for 4 years and
I STILL can’t remember her cell number.
I’m sure it’s just a phase.
But instead of meatloaf tacos on Saturday
I just ate some bread and cried in the closet.
A Poem about Steve
I’ll never forget something Rosario Dawson said.
It was almost lunchtime on a Saturday –
I was watching a movie preview – when I heard her say
“I never regret.”
But Steve, who was in the room folding blankets and sheets and
just now waking up, says he regrets.
I know I regret –
last night I told Steve that he could have
the last pork slider.