Two years is probably long enough
to wait for the inevitable.
Two years of furtively locked eyes
during talk of their "open" relationship
wrote history through premonition.
Even the two years in between
couldn't spoil the meat
that was stewing in our minds.
The next time our eyes met
that meat was as red
as the day it was slaughtered.
And the juices splattered on the inside
of the truck's windows and ran down like
time itself
This article appears in Mar 11-17, 2009.