Hollered up the stairs
Do you want the last kombucha?
No – I reply, you can have it
I’m gonna leave half for you!

You left nearly the whole dang thing
I poured out a little
Returned the bottle
Closed the refrigerator

We do this dance gracefully
Until I’m splitting a tiny piece of dessert
You laugh
This is absurdity

To be loved is to be considered
I know you’ll be tickled
So take the last bite, please
I’ll see you at home for dinner