being men

during a romantic
evening around
the campfire
you test yourself
with a feat of skill
by seeing how many
marshmallows
you can stuff into
your mouth. it's
ten and nearly
eleven  before you
start to choke
and spit them across
the room, but
she's not impressed
as she nibbles
gently on the edge
of one. she says
nothing, but shakes
her head and mumbles,
pffft, men.