'Round midnight in the week

(after years of marriage)

by William Ashanti Hobbs

He: Sliding over to her…

She: Ugh! Gone nah, I’m sleep.

He: Why you talking then?

She: mumbles (expletive of your choice)

He: Huh?

She:  Shoulda did somethin’ an hour ago…

He: You tellin’ me to stop?

She: I ain’t hear me tell you to start.

He: …That ain’t what I’m askin’ you. 


Silence, albeit temporary. 

William Ashanti Hobbs is on the eternal hunt for the most precise description of moods and places.