she goes for the spin-off

she comes rushing in
“guess what?” she asks.
“gee, I dunno…” I say.
“I’m going to see this punk band,
the lead guy named himself after
you, he calls himself Chuck
“oh yeah?”

she rushes about preparing herself
for the evening.

“Bye!” she hollers up the
“Bye, bye!” I holler back

the door slams, I listen to her
car start, back out the driveway,
then I’m alone

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