I get up to close the curtains. Lit-up against this darkness we must look like a dinner-party diorama.
“I was cutting the umbilical cord and I just thought to myself, that’s it buddy, it’s all over now.” Rick laughs so hard the table shakes.
“What’s over?” Helen, his wife, says. She doesn’t look at Rick.
“Oh, you know. Life as you know it,” says my husband. “I’m kidding, Babe.” He smiles at me.
“Although there are many good things about it. Milk breasts,” says Rick.
Helen gets up and goes into the kitchen where she stands by the stove. I follow her.
“Do you have any cigarettes?” she says when I come in.
I open small drawers punched into the kitchen furniture. Candles, string, tape, sunglasses, a Valentine’s Day card. You are my love and my life.