tea talk

she says,
whispering to me,
leaning over
two cups
of hot tea,
they have everything
but they aren't
happy. everything.
she pours in a dollop
of cream,
sprinkles a packet
of splenda and stirs
her cup.
they both own
bmw's.
she shakes her
head, and lights
a cigarette,
blowing a cloud
of light
blue smoke towards
the ceiling.
you don't mind if
I smoke do you?
she liked to buy
pop art, she says,
smirking. can you
imagine, tomato
cans and what not.
flower pots.
who puts that on
the wall these days.
he cheats on her
to make up for her
bad choices in art,
she says, widening
her eyes, then
begins to laugh,
i'm sorry, she says
picking off
a piece of lint
from her blue
dress.
I just thought of
something funny.
pop art, pop tarts.
it sort of all
makes sense now,
don't you think?