hitting it
she laughs out of the blue
and only he knows why
she interrupts his drivel
and he smiles at her charm
she mimics his music
and he enjoys her voice
he loudly rearranges the dishwasher
and she quietly adds the forgotten soap
he’s not interested in talking
and she encourages his two wheel therapy
he places a hand on her waist in passing
and she acknowledges it with hers
they sit at the banquet
quietly roasting the rich people
they exchange glances at the grocery
to avoid the friend on aisle 3
they crochet and write in silence
comfortable in the mutual presence
and both know
they belong in the same boat
*sculpture by werkstatte hagenauer