I *** up a sheet
toss it behind me
as i become absorbed in my thoughts
once again
...
he walks down the empty street
it is dark and he is lonely
not nearly as lonely as he was at home
he had to get away from the screaming
he sees the ball and picks it up
reads it and smiles
throws it back down
...
she wipes the sweat from her hairline
grabs another tray and shoves it
in the oven
hears a shout
smells the warm butter
sees it
unwads it carefully,
delicate hands
chuckles
and drops it back onto the floor
...
he gets ready to throw the punch
tense
tension
waiting
silence
WAIT
he spys it
stay quiet and don't move
averts his eyes
reads it
gets angry
cries
when he looks up she's gone