BOTH HANDS IN THE JAR

 

I’ve had it with their shit you said please pass
the dinner plate. Don’t you mean the salad bowl
I said. You gripped the tongs and clinched
your jaw and piled the ingredients high on your
plate while thinking about well I don’t know
what you were thinking about : blueberries or
the ocean perhaps. Later we will water the plants

together and sit out on the deck admiring the
sounds of the ocean. Sometimes it feels as if
the universe is all ocean you will say. Meanwhile
you grumble about how you can make yourself
big or small by choice. You note how we are living
well enough on this yacht before saying don’t
forget to brush your teeth. It’s ride or die out here.