Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

The Affair

“I think I’ll go out,” the husband said.
The wife let it slide for about a half hour.
Then she asked, “Where are you going?”
There was no reply, so she walked into the living room.
Immediately knowing. 

He had sneaked out, being careful to make no noise with the latch.
She knew what that meant.
She had him on a strict diet, and a locater application.
She got on her phone and looked at it.  
Immediately knowing.

As she suspected he was at the Donut Deli down the road
No doubt eating the things he was never supposed to eat.
He had had so many affairs with sweet, fried things.  
She got on her coat, determined to stop him.
Immediately knowing.

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Rhona Mcferran September 7, 2019 at 8:01 PM It is terrible what diets do to people... "He had had so many affairs with sweet, fried things"! hahahaaa (That would probably be my M.O. if anyone tried to force a diet on me!) Caren Krutsinger September 7, 2019 at 10:22 PM It is definitely a description of myself the past month or so. Key lime pie, here I come!

Lindsay Laurie September 7, 2019 at 7:45 PM G'day Caren … strict dieting with all the past delights, advertising, and craving is something that does need supervision. I enjoyed your poem, with a smile of course - thanks Caren - Lindsay Caren Krutsinger September 7, 2019 at 10:22 PM Thank you so much Lindsay. I thought it cannot be a real affair, but what about an affair with food he is sneaking?