can you fix this

you follow
her up the stairs
as she eats
from a bag of oreos,
averting your eyes
from the obvious.
you are there
to look at the bathroom
and it's peeling
paper, not her,
the dog comes up
behind you. picking
up the cookie
crumbs
that drop from
the woman's
hand. you see
the husband lying
in bed as you pass
by a room.
he's smoking
and watching tv
from beneath the sheets.
he waves, you
wave. in these
moments you think
how small the world
is. how strange.