charlotte's web

i find
an old dvd in the dvd player.

yes. i still have one.

in it there is charlotte's web,
the animated cartoon

version, (are there any others?)

the ex left it behind, along
with searching for nemo,

or where's nemo, or something like
that.

she'd been carrying these dvds around
for years,
watching them

like some holy grail
over and over again.

watching them with her 80
year old
stroke ridden husband
and then her

married boyfriend,
the water skiing santa claus
of old town,
when he could sneak away from his wife.

she knew every line the spider
or the pig said.

I rolled my eyes and bit my tongue
as best I could. how in god's name
did I end up
with someone like this?

a grown man
watching cartoons on a Saturday night
with his new wife.

i find the case to charlotte's web
and stick the dvd
back in it,

then toss it in the garbage.

it was the last thing we watched
together.

charolotte's web
and where the hell is nemo?

whew. lord have mercy.
it said everything there was

to say about her maturity
level, or lack thereof.

she was a walking cartoon.