Carpeting

“You didn’t you put the food away?”

Six bottles of Bud Light stand, empty soldiers, by the sink.

Don’t you hate that solider reference?

She’s laughing on the phone.

Sloppy Joes and creamed corn crusty on the stove.

Down the hallway it’s very smelly carpet time.

I turn on the lamp and

collapse in bed with a People magazine.

After reading about a woman who made it big designing strange hats

I watch her enter, bend over, and kiss me with Scope breath.

I’m going over there for a while, she says, I’m having fun.

We wave as she bumps into the doorjamb.

I stretch the muscles in each leg

and wonder about the carpet and just what that odor could be.