Two leaves from a heart of Romaine
lay next to each other and looked

up to the sky, well actually the ceiling.
It was like lying still in the aftermath

of lovemaking. They were relaxed.
Their heads were flush with green

blood. Farther down their bodies
the blood had been spent into white-

ness. They had tasted the sweetness
of life close to the center of the

heart and soon would drift off to
sleep before he would get the salt

shaker, sprinkle both and enjoy a
spare salad for breakfast. Sipping

his coffee, he thought it was a nice
image even if he and his wife weren’t

getting along.