“within 15 days” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Thursday, July 9, 2015
4:44pm
5 minutes
A letter from Health Insurance BC

The vines climb her legs like a joke
Like a hiccup
A mistake

Thursday night karaoke
no one can look away
from her song
She’s naked
Nipples like rosebuds
“Pat Benatar’s a good gardner”

She left her wedding ring at home
Not because she doesn’t love Cal
Because she’s too hot for metal
She’s melt it

The bartender makes a joke about the weather
Someone says
“Shhhhhh”
A sacrilege

“Who is she?”
A hand on a lower back
Mine
No one answers
It hangs in the air between the chorus and the bridge
A river

In the bathroom I want to kiss her but I don’t
I’m a puddle in my jean cut-offs
I know she’ll be gone in two weeks
They are moving to Mexico City
Cal got a job there

“Why don’t you ever sing?”
She puts on fresh lipstick
Red like the sky