TIT FOR TAT by H.O. Santos

by H.O. Santos

I cussed her out for making changes after changes, “Get
your goddamn brochure now before you change your mind
again–I’m not making any more revisions.” I left the
material outside my front door for her to pick up. I didn’t
want to see her ’cause I knew she was equally good at
cussing me out. Later, as I was going out I noticed the
envelope was gone. In its place were two bottles of
oenophile-grade Chardonnay and a note that said, “Thank
you for your help, I really appreciate it. I love you.”

©2001 by H.O. Santos

This poem is a BPSS original.