half in, half out
of our baby blue pup tent,
her choice,
i can see the motel
up on the hill with its
red vacancy sign
blinking open. i sigh.
she says. this is fun,
isn't it?
camping out under
the stars.
cooking on an open
fire. beans and dogs.
maybe we can make
smores later.
it's so romantic.
she claps her hands
together, giddy with
happiness.
i pull a large bug
off of my neck, wiping
the blood with my
hand and say, yup.
i find a marshmallow
to put pressure on the wound.
oh honey, i say to her,
while you're out there
stirring those beans,
could you hit that coiled
snake over there
with a rock or something.
i think he's getting
ready to strike. no not
that snake, the other
one making the rattling
noise.
sure, she says. anything
for you my dear.
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