Fuck you! she said.
I wish you were dead! she said.
Yeah? Well, fuck you! You fucking
bitch! he said, slamming the door
on his way out.
The apartment building took a
deep breath. George (from Seinfeld)
mumbled something to muffled applause.
Tito Puente rattled the windows of
a passing car. A dog yap-yapped.
The streetlight outside my window
came on. The phone rang.
I let it ring. All of us complicit
in the argument.
-Bison Jack
Her Two Cents
The streetlight
The apartment building
the door
the windows
The phone
deep breath
she said
let it ring
AP says
Bison Jack can write.
What you pulled, as you reframed and shifted the perspective from the third person complicit witness, to that of the woman–as I took it–knocked me flat. Wow.
Thank you.