Wednesday, July 7, 2021

Overheard at Table 2: The Variant

The Variant

Watching a tv series, the actress
reminds me of you: same quirk of the lips into
wry smile, same tweak of the eyes, same  fierce intelligence,
same drive to complete her mission, all those things
I saw from you when we worked together, at that job
that ground us all down eventually.

Then I realize I have not spoken to you in over two years,
and I wonder if you were still at that job,
how your kids are doing, if
you are still married to that jerk of a husband you were
always complaining about.

"Do you think she's pretty?" my wife, sitting beside me on the couch,
asks me.

"Semi sorta," I lie.



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