Mahlzeit

I should have fought in wars,
I said, and sighed, I should
have taken up arms, been
proud and brave. I should
have fought and died
in wars.

That's bullshit,
she said, painting
letters in red wine with
her finger on the top of
the table. You're bullshit,
she said, looking up at
me, and I had to
concede the point.