Pizza

Between us on a park bench. A pizza box stays a crack open. Inviting us for another one. Even when the last slice is all we have. We flip a coin, which rolls away into the grass. The wind picks up and we grab the box to carry home. In the fridge is where we put the slice. We decided to eat chips and cookies instead. The way friends do. I got up at 2:00 am that night. But she had already eaten it at 1:30. Chuckling as I grabbed some cheese. She is watching tv on the couch. There are no dishes to do. Which is nice. So I go back to sleep. I don’t know why I feel so hungry all the time. We fought the other day, so she must have dissolved into nothing. No one has done chores in weeks. Peeking into her bedroom. Which is just a closet under the stairwell. I thought she lived there. But the spider shook his head. Getting dizzy. I need to eat. Opening the fridge. A week old pizza slice. I think I need to do some chores. In my one bedroom apartment. Where I try to live.