Friday Night Fights
All summer we’d hear them
cursing and swearing and
carrying on in two languages.
What they were doing was like
some badassed Tennessee
Williams play written under
the influence of homemade
Dago Red and no label grappa
starring a pint-sized Marlon
Brando in a sweat stained
wife beater t-shirt and a Rose
Tattoo reject red hair dyed
Maybelline. Watching them
fight was better than endless
Million Dollar Movie/ Nick at
Night repeats as seen through
broken slat blinds and torn
sheer curtains waiting for
the part where he’d threaten
her with kitchen knives and
she’d say he didn’t have
the nerve until the night he
decided to go off script, threw
her a knife, bared his chest
and said, “Go ahead, do it.
You know you want to.”
And she did.
You should have seen his face.
Boy was he ever surprised.
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