This Happened Days Later
"THIS HAPPENED DAYS LATER"
she turned thirty-five days
ago.
a few days later, here we are
fighting as usual.
on the night of her birthday
I deliberately dismissed the
traditional happy birthday
gestures.
rude?, maybe.
heartless?, possibly but
genius for a female who has
come to expect nothing but.
it was to be beautiful, setting
her up only to see the
surprise on her face when I
did something unexpected
outside of what she had
expected.
a small cupcake with a
sparkler candle, a mild but
very enthusiastic birthday
song and a massage to end her
night.
****, I might’ve even given
her the cock to stamp it.
instead, I got another
accusation.
“if your cousin lives THAT
WAY, why’d you go THAT WAY?”
after a year of constant
insecurity anyone in their
right mind can clearly
understand my sudden flip.
I popped off at the mouth and
tried to direct her to the
kitchen where I was to paint
designs on her nails.
she denied herself that as
well.
three days later, while she
stood cooking breakfast over
my stove, I gave her a heavy
dose of her flavor and
accused her without reason.
she blew up, the thirty-five
year old plugged her ears
with her fingers and raised
her eyes to the sky.
“I can’t hear you, I can’t
hear you!”
we sat in two different rooms
eating.
now I sit and write while she
covers her head with a
pillow, both in two different
rooms.
she can’t say I didn’t give
her a gift on her birthday,
after careful consideration
one would agree she got what
she asked for.
happy birthday you thirty-
five year old.
I hope it was a memorable
one.
By: Chicano Eddie
09212017
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2017
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