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Tuesdays [Sep. 2nd, 2010|10:49 pm]
Grandpa’s ears are fraying.

It looks like the fur from our cat
got caught in the wax
and now tickles the temple of his glasses.

He went out for the paper this morning at 6:45 sharp
just as Grandma dribbled the last of the grapefruit juice into two glasses.

Two pills on her placemat to the right of her spoon
              and three on the corner of his napkin.

He reads aloud from the Houston Chronicle at their dining room table in Austin.
He sucks his glass dry and smoothes a cloth napkin over his lips and kisses her forehead.

Golf clubs
Car keys
Garage door clicker

Grandma and the HD television watch each other in silence.