I hate it when she grins at me like that --
I hate her teeth, they are tiny,
numerous and pointy
like those in the mouth of a piranha.
I’d imagine they are very efficient
in tearing the meat off my bones.
I stretched my lips in the direction of a smile.
“So what you are doing nowadays”, she asked,
smacking her words, “Are you happy where you are?”
She laughed, sounding like a C note being played
repeatedly on an broken piano. I answered her,
“Yes. I am happy.
I regretted answering at all.
“Has the moon set on the horizon,
for you and your friend Henry?”
she jabbed, a snub in the form
of a question, a private joke
within the boundaries of small talk;
just to see how I’d react to the name,
not the question.
“It is, as it is.
The matter is closed,” I answered
an answer meaning, as much
as the question, nothing.
She grinned again,
her pointy little ivories