I found another coffee table

and this time, it’ll be the last. Round. Cherry wood.

The legs curve, swell in the middle  like human knees;

even the carved designs resemble wrinkles.

It was over once I fixated on the way it curls at the bottom.

Or how the drawers in the middle were finished with gold tassels

dangling from brass knobs.


I was thinking of the possibilities–the floral design, the green vase

with the Oriental design purchased last week, and magazines stacked on each

side–until you caught me hauling, you opened your mouth to spoil the fun.


You said, for the hundredth time, about my weakness for something to add

to the living room, bedroom, kitchen. Or, you read once, that the only reason

I splurged was to forget about you, the accident, the surgeries.

I denied it, so we wouldn’t have to address it or embarrass ourselves with apologies.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s