Over breakfast he said: “I know you love me.” I wondered how he could know when I was still so unsure. I half smiled and sipped my cold tea.
They are silhouetted against the western sky. He’s teaching her to fly a kite. I know when I’m not wanted, but I’m staying anyway.
When she arrives home after work, the bedroom light’s on. She didn’t turn it on. Water’s running in the tub. She doesn’t have a tub.
Two lovers in a rowboat. My wife and her assistant. Their lake is oil dark, still, but dangerous. Like me.
Dad’s gone again. In a rage, Mom tears up his photo. But then we try to put the pieces back together, afraid that he might never come back.
A silicon mask and a fake accent had produced the seemingly impossible: Michael was caught cheating on his wife, by his wife, with his wife.