Last Week, Last Night

Trash-talking over a can of potatoes,
we began to pretend we were overjoyed
animals escaping from our cages. I was
tiger to your elephant, then we both
became bear, somehow, in that kitchen
that had never seen such a thing in all its
brown curtains and ecru life. It had never
seen us; we had never seen each other.

How we laughed.
How we tore each other apart.


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