Cycles

She said come to bed and he said not yet.

He told her hurry up or they’d be late to the party and she said we don’t have to be the first ones there.

She felt loving and tried to sit on his lap. He said he’d get a charley horse.

He went to bed and tried to spoon. She shrugged him off, feigning sleep.

She left the house before he got up.

He came home late from his card game after she’d gone to bed.

Sunday they went out for brunch and then had sex.

Monday it began anew.

 

by Paul Beckman