throws down his coat in the puddle, always wraps his arm around, squeezes her in public, goes to church on sunday, shows her off to his mom, takes her to his favorite bar,
when she saw you she knew d e e p d o w n (even though all her friends told her the contrary), that even though you had not a cent to your name, even though
when upon grasping in the fridge for a bottle of hot sauce amidst the myriad of styles collected for the taste, her/his hand grasped hold of a teriyaki hot sauce,
something that doesn’t speak out loud at parties, but creeps across the fine dinner table, through glances, faint touches, laughs & intentional momentary stares &
today “the last of the funerals” takes place & the killings in CT get placed on the shelf, alongside the deaths at Columbine, Virginia Tech... those were the “big ones” right?
