The Argument

The Argument
Dressed all in white, he
walked past my house,
hollering. cursing.
threatening someone so far
behind, I couldn't see them.
turning, he walked back, shouting 
all
the way.
back up the hill. 
cursing.
Bitch! 
across the street, thin, not 
young she came cursing
him. Mother 
fucker, you know
me. 
she shouted. he hollared. she
crossed the street, gave him
three tight slaps. Don't. you. ever.
ever. come. to. my. 
job. ever. 
He didn't hit her back.
They went on up the hill.

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