Between silences
Words come out of her
They sound like
“I have to go to the bathroom
I’ll be right back”
Between silences
Her bare feet impress the carpet
And her bones and muscles shift under the smooth taut tarp of her skin
My plate rings from fork stabs
A door clicks shut
Between silences
I wonder what is taking so long
Foggily stirring my noodles
I tap my foot
Her plate is pristine
Between silences
The exchange is made
She trades what is inside
For what she wants to be
But as always ends up empty
Between silences
Dresses are donned
Happiness is hurried
Makeup is morose
Tranquility is a tourniquet
Between silences
I hear the ever fainter creaks
Of her stepping on the scale
Pounds are the lightest of all that is falling
The refrigerator humming and the beat of sorting mail
Between silences
My perfect portrait purges and shrinks
Clocks rewind forward
Fear speaks without sound
And my love for her is unheard
Between silences
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