A Kiss

A Kiss

He tells me that swine flu was a conspiracy. I stick the black caked spatula under the burger and flip it over. He tells me the democrats invented it to push universal health care. I lift the fries from the grease and dump them into the metal basket. He tells me to look it up on the internet because it’s all true. I nod as I pour salt on the fries and the burger burns.

I carefully wrap the burger in its golden wrapping paper and she yells into the kitchen to hurry up. I look up at her for and my eyes set on her for a minute while I wipe sweat away from my forehead.  I understand that there’s more than just a heating rack full of grease and meat between us, but I like to think that things are the way they are in movies sometimes. I like to think that paupers can trade places with princes and no one will notice except for the children watching us outside our own world. She yells again and I slide the burger down the rack and start on another one.

He tells me that he’s a stand-up comedian. I sigh and pull a case of frozen patties from the freezer. He insists it’s true. I drop the box onto the floor to break the patties apart. He says he has a really funny joke. I pick the box back up and walk back to the kitchen. He tells me a wife asks her husband what he wants for their anniversary, anything he wants. I tell him that maybe he shouldn’t tell that joke here. He says the husband asks for a blowjob. I cut the box the open with a box cutter.  He says she gives a great blowjob, the best he’s ever had. I empty the patties into the kitchen cooler. He says the husband compliments her and then asks what she wants for their anniversary. I wipe the cold sweat from my forehead and ask him not to finish the joke. He puckers his lips and imitates a full mouth.

“A Kess.”

He laughs. I sigh and stick the black caked spatula under another burger and flip it over.