He kisses his wife and retreats to the closet where he plays with her underwear all day. Then he fixes dinner. Then he kisses his wife again.
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T 4161
She opened the fridge and spied the leftover Chinese. She took it out. From the bedroom he yelled, Did you just fart? And she said, Not yet.
T 4160
He’d sit on the toilet composing symphonies, basking in the audience’s roar, and then he’d flush, and listen to his wife ask, Did you spray?
T 4135
The flashlight exposed the awful mess. He grimaced and said, We’ll go to a hotel. His wife looked at their son. It was so dark, he repeated.
T 4128
His condo is at a temperature that forces you to say “cool” upon which he says “I know” and you say “This is why” and he suffers alone again.
T 4121
He went for a jog and that was the first hint that he was lying. He returned an hour later. She gave him a look. And the truth was revealed.
T 4118
The newspaper lies scattered on the floor. The implied aftermath of a disagreeable moment. He shrugs. I just said your mom’s a pig, he says.
T 4117
The house smells of broken dreams. Of things never happening. What’s the opposite of this? a child asks. His father turns on the television.
T 4116
And then he said, That wasn’t easy, and he wiped his brow, and his wife said, You need more fiber in your diet, and he finally had to agree.
T 4109
He cut himself shaving. She woke up and ran to the bathroom. I bled on the bed, she said. They spent the day in their respective grass huts.
