i smell what you're cooking

he waits for his wife

to go

upstairs, waits to hear the door close,

and then

he starts talking politics,

going off on a hot rant,

but whispering.

he's excited to be able

to express his views to me,

someone visiting.

someone who agrees with him.

i can't talk like this around her,

he says,

pointing to the ceiling.

i'd be in the doghouse for weeks.

you know what i mean?

it's best to just agree and get

along, right?

yup. i smell what you're cooking,

in fact i was married once.