We were married…how long was it?
A day? A month? She discovered she didn’t
like my subscription to Sports Illustrated.
I despised the way she sliced avocado. We knew
those reasons wouldn’t stand up in court. So
we separated. I spent quiet times flipping through
my magazines. She found peace with
a sharp knife and a piece of fruit. Finally,
my subscription expired. The avocado crop
failed. But, by then, we were both
seeing someone else, hating something different.
