I’m waiting for a potato to boil. The microwave broke,
otherwise I’d nuke it and get on with the evening.
My wife is occupying the place with the vacuum,
so I find my smokes, pour my beer into a red cup
and go sit outside on the steps of our apartment building.
The cigarette is stale. I don’t really smoke that often.
The clouds are looking nice, kind of like the crazy
caravans from old movies with elephants and camels,
and the sun makes them float all purple and orange
and beautiful. A young couple is moving up the block
arguing or something. What happened? She’s very loud,
he looks calm. Right past my steps, in front of my eyes,
the boy grabs the girl and swings on her. She breaks
out of his grip and moves a few steps before he grabs her
again and hits harder. He stands there over her muttering
something real low that I can’t understand. I don’t think they see me.
I don’t move until they move. I gulp down the beer. Try to figure out
how I will tell this to my wife. He was bigger than me, I don’t know
what their problem was, someone had to watch the potato. .