Smokey Robinson serenades my brother
and his girlfriend in the kitchen
with a definition of relationship;
I don’t like you, but I love you
on their lips while chopping garlic,
their hands around their waists,
the water already boiling
two months before the breakup
dismantles our apartment.
We listen to the piano quiet
and he tells her it is his
favorite song as I grab the knife
from his cutting board,
rinse the peels off and scrub
the handle as carefully as the blade.
Geoff Anderson teaches foreigners "their", "they're", and "there" in Columbus, OH. His work can be found in Wherewithal, Cider Press Review, and Modern Haiku, among others.
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