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