Poetry

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 agree.

I know I regret –

last night I told Steve that he could have

the last pork slider.

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