she was the cats pajamas
they were having coffee sitting at the kitchen table a linoleum table that had been his parents it was too Sixties to let it go they thought it oldwanted something new
Look here buckwheat
What’s that?
he turned the paper to her had written 1:60
Whastha mean to you
One colon sixty. Mean to you.
No To you
One whole equals
sixty parts. she chuckled amused To you . . . two o’clock.
I love you he leaned to her and kissed hershe kissed
back
leaning back Antha is the sweet
in my coffee she used honey
when they first moved in togethershe
moved into his place his complex had
swimming pools and whirlpools and dry saunas an object of discussion was on whose side of the bed would the alarm
clock be placed on
she was adamantbrusque
Yours.
Why my side
You’re more responsible than me.
Don blow smoke up my ass
I’m telling you. It goes off I
kill it, I ain’t hittin’ snooze.
Well be late to work
We’ll be late to work.
he conceded
they were late to work
not because of the clock
their
shower
he woke
the room was bathed by the full moon
he turned his head looked into
her face in the shadow she slept on her
right
he watched her sleep a good
five minutes
turned his head right
her digital alarm clock beady red numbers at night
2:68
Awright Gonna give me twosixtynine
2:69
he was intrigued
3:10
they were going to have a ball
over coffee
it was Saturday theyd sleep in wake make love
hed get out of the shower first warm a bathtowel in the dryer grind beans
she handed him her hair wrap over the curtain rod he her towel return to the kitchen finish making coffee
Saturday French press
1400, day-between-2-Ts, 2 10.
24
0927,
Saturday, 19 10.
24
Chicago 25 or 6 to 4
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