A COUPLE
Thelma sips her coffee, flicks her cigarette ashes in a tray
Starring out the window thinking, “What another wasteful day.”
The remote control surfs the talk shows, mesmerized by the tube
Believing all the zealots as she stuffs her face with food.
Jason tries to build himself with resume in hand
“No opening this time” they say. “I hope you understand.”
He dons his apron at the diner and starts to scrub the trays
Another fine product of a five year MBA.
Jason struggles home at nine, and Thelma walks right by.
No need to ask about their day, the answer is in their eyes.
They snuggle on their black futon; their faces won’t betray.
The unfortunate prospect of having to face another day.