2015年11月18日 星期三

Women and Their Men


Sitting or standing, standing or sitting.  Family Mart, I think.  Or 7-11.

Late at night.

And this one is talking about football.  And that one is talking about soccer.  And this other one is talking about surfing.

And this one that's talking about football is checking his phone, to see if his wife has called.

And that one who's talking about soccer says he has to leave soon, or his girlfriend will be angry.

And this other one who's talking about surfing says he has to step out for a moment, and make a phone call.

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Swearing and cursing, cursing and swearing.  Texas Jo's, I think.  Or Kasa.

Late at night.

And this one is betting all his money.  And that one is ordering another beer.  And this other one is not playing cards, but watching, scared to join the game.

And this one who's betting all his money is thinking of an argument, in his house, with his soon-to-be ex-wife.

And that one who's ordering another beer is thinking of that girl from the coffee shop, the one he wants to see again.

And this other one who's not playing is thinking about how lonely he is, without her.

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Running and kicking, kicking and running.  The Exercise Park, I think.  Or the Forest Park.

Late at night.

And this one is tired, and waiting for the game to end.  And that one is happy, having just scored a goal.  And this other one is stressed, having just left work.

And this one that's tired is worried that his wife will really go through with the divorce.

And that one who's happy is thinking of another girl, in another coffee shop.

And this other one who's stressed is thinking of another night alone, wishing she would call him after all this exercise.

Until the time when these women, stretching forth their long, long arms, reach out and reclaim their men

Late at night. 

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