It's Tuesday,
Bill and Linda's bowling night.
Linda's hair came earlier,
red again.
Bill keeps his ball on a stand in
the guest bedroom
to breathe.
Linda sits and rolls on hose,
relieved Mary wore her jeans.
Banana peppers and Cheetos.
Other men clap to themselves if Bill misses,
like he ever misses.
Bill's uneasy.
He
thinks kids have walked on the lanes,
but he'll never say.
