celibacy
james valvis
my wife and i havenıt made love in two weeks
and we sit here across from each other
no television no radio no rent
neither of us has a job
and neither of us plans on getting one
itıs like a game of chicken
with boths hands handcuffed behind our backs
and a brick on the gas pedal
and we sit here across from each other
the only thing between us
is a box of mexican jumping beans
and it is so hot the beans are jumping
like desperate men off the empire state building
and my wife and i havenıt made love in two weeks
as my knee accidentally brushes her knee
and she recoils in horror
and we sit here across from each other
as notes of eviction are slid under the door
but still neither one of us will move
and i ask myself as surely as she now asks herself
how do two people come to a point like this
well, anger is a knife in the kitchen
and love a gun shot wound
but we are far beyond all that now
as we sit here across from each other
not having made love in two weeks
going on three
