I was watching our parakeet, Milo, seemingly regurgitating into the mouth of his Venus.
“I don’t know what else you want or expect of me,” you said. There was a painful question in your expression.
We were experiencing a fallow period, bickering.
I was mesmerized by the courtship of Milo and Venus. “Just get it out your system, why don’t you? Once and for all.” I was almost whispering. I was screaming inside.
“Get what out?”
“That you wish I still believed in ‘free love’ and didn’t give a damned about you screwing her.” Hiss
I heard you inhale sharply.