Prose: “At Night”

“Tick tock. On the clock.
Tick tock. The boat could, at any second, dock.

Happy, happy, they all seem.
High esteem and integrity fit the scale.

Such high chatter, she goes on about of you.

Wonderful, marvelous, healthy, white picket fence.

When they go shopping, his eyes wonder to the other store instead of focusing on the one.

Maggie Moo’s and Great American Cookie, the unit goes to, he wants his {cookie} cake and ate his ice cream, too.


No conflict in his own mind, but regret and worry. Paranoia, nothing less than the same.

Splish splash, she goes. Not a care in the world for the perfect life, the perfect wife.

I wonder what does she know at night?”
Anna Lax Gatti