down at the dojo

when i came home

from

work and she was dressed

in a white

karate outfit,

i asked her if it was Halloween

already.

she said no,

she had signed up

with Carlos,

the karate instructor,

down at the strip mall.

five days a week.

i asked her why she was

wearing lipstick

and perfume.

her hair was suddenly

blonder and she

was wearing

high heels.

it wasn't long before

i lawyered

up after catching

her at the dojo in a loving

embrace

with a triple black belt.