Imitating B Lying In Our Bed With Her Hands Together (17th November 2023)

 

I don't eat ham but I gave her a slice

She left the table, ham in hand

I was about to follow her but my hunger got the best of me

And my calls got no return

As I went to stand up, she came back around the corner

Ham in hand
I was relieved that I wouldn't find it under my pillow later

Or under T’s where B had been lying with her hands together in a funny way yesterday

She turned away

I presumed she consumed the presunto as it was no longer in her hand
Then she trod into my kitchen/garden shoes

And stepped up the step to the bathroom

And down again

Then plodded towards me and became barefoot

She put the lid on the butter

And walked away with it

I stopped her from putting it in the bin

Then she asked for more tremoços while pointing to the bottom of her bowl

And danced for five seconds on her chair to PJ’s Memphis

Then got down and watched her reflection in the oven door

As she swung her arms and sang Jingle Bells

I checked my shoes for ham

She must have eaten it.