albert & victoria

“reimburse me.” grunts she
flicks the ash
to the clean slate floor
tongue passes over her teeth
in a flash
and burrows its tip
by a lonely molar
she’s retrieving some
crumb scrap
as he fondles his lap
eyes her from the kitchen table
taps the pen on newspaper
tip flick tap flack
attempts to spell ‘audacity’
with an O and an R
he is finishing tepid coffee
thinking “how ugly”
and is adjusting his wristwatch
saying:
“you’re coming to light,
you are coming to light, love”