shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

David Colodney


Wednesday Dinner

I made dinner tonight, honey, even set the table right.
Big fork on the left, next to the knife.
A spoon across the top, I think, for dessert, or maybe soup.
I don't know.
A little bread plate.
Water on the right.

The box said 45-minutes at 350, but I left it in longer,
just to make sure it would be as good as you used to make.
Bubbling and hissing in the oven.
Candle burning slow to its wick.
White wax dripping onto matching napkins.

Don't worry, honey, I'm not going to waste the good stuff
on a lonely mid-week drunk,
I'll just drink whatever cabernet hides deep in the cabinet
save anything worthwhile until you get home.
Whenever that will be.