half mushrooms half green peppers

if you leave me
i'll never forgive
you, she says while
painting her toenails
with a bright red
color called raspberry
splash. i'll hunt
you down like the dog
you are and file
papers on you. she
doesn't look up,
she's on the tiny
small toe, with that
crazy small nail,
concentrating. i laugh.
file papers. what
are we, married or
something? are we a
corporation. i don't
think so. she starts
on the other foot now.
dabbing the little
brush at her nails,
still not looking up
at me, my cousin jimmy
knows people, she says,
they'll find you and
break your knee caps.
really, i say. i'm
scared. you should be,
she says. you should
be trembling. you don't
know the power of a
woman scorned. that's
not how it goes, i
tell her. whatever.
hey, i'm going to
call in a pizza, what
would you like on it?
she finally looks up
from her toenails
and polish. she squints,
hmmm, half mushrooms,
half green peppers?
i roll my eyes. okay.
okay. i won't leave you.
half sausage and half
mushrooms. call, she says.
make the call.