the ten act play off broadway

as if in an unpublished

Tennessee

Williams play,

she stands in the doorway,

and says dramatically,

i'm never coming

back,

so don't wait up.

this last straw has broken

the camel's back.

i lower the newspaper

to see what all

the racket is about.

she's holding her little poodle

in her arms.

two Louie Vuitton suitcases

are at her feet.

what?

i ask, what is it this time?

if you don't know,

i'm not going to tell you.

and remember,

tomorrow is trash day.

then she leaves

giving the door a declaration

of war

slam.

but she'll be back,

her car keys are on the table.